text_original: ROOTED 45 ROOTED WE rail at fate which holds us bound To duty's dull and narrow round, To face as bravely as we may The common cares of every day. Our wandering wishes urge and fret, But circumstance is mightier yet, And curbs and checks the restless will, And bids the impatient heart be still.
text_transcription: SONYA ROOTED WE RAIL AT FATE WHICH HOLDS US BOUND TO DUTIES DULL AND NARROW ROUND TO FACE AS BRAVELY AS WE MAY THE COMMON CARES OF EVERY DAY OUR WANDERING WISHES URGE AND FRET BUT CIRCUMSTANCE IS MIGHTIER YET AND CURBS AND CHECKS THE RESTLESS WILL AND BIDS THE IMPATIENT HEART BE STILL
phonemes: ɹˈuːɾᵻd fˈɔːɹɾi fˈaɪv ɹˈuːɾᵻd wiː ɹˈeɪl æt fˈeɪt wˌɪtʃ hˈoʊldz ˌʌs bˈaʊnd tə dˈuːɾiz dˈʌl ænd nˈæɹoʊ ɹˈaʊnd, tə fˈeɪs æz bɹˈeɪvli æz wiː mˈeɪ ðə kˈɑːmən kˈɛɹz ʌv ˈɛvɹi dˈeɪ. ˌaʊɚ wˈɔndɚɹɪŋ wˈɪʃᵻz ˈɜːdʒ ænd fɹˈɛt, bˌʌt sˈɜːkəmstˌæns ɪz mˈaɪɾiɚ jˈɛt, ænd kˈɜːbz ænd tʃˈɛks ðə ɹˈɛstləs wˈɪl, ænd bˈɪdz ðɪ ɪmpˈeɪʃənt hˈɑːɹt biː stˈɪl.