text_original: And though thy feet through shadowy paths may grope, Thou shalt not walk in loneliness or terror. Give of thy gold, though small thy portion be. Gold rusts and shrivels in the hand that keeps it.
text_transcription: AND THOUGH THY FEET THROUGH SHADOWY PATH MAY GROPE THOU SHALT NOT WALK IN LONELINESS OR TERROR GIVE OFF THY GOLD THOUGH SMALL THY PORTION BE GOLD RUSTS AND SHRIVES IN THE HAND THAT KEEPS IT
phonemes: ænd ðˌoʊ ðˌaɪ fˈiːt θɹuː ʃˈædoʊi pˈæθs mˈeɪ ɡɹˈoʊp, ðˈaʊ ʃˌælt nˌɑːt wˈɔːk ɪn lˈoʊnlinəs ɔːɹ tˈɛɹɚ. ɡˈɪv ʌv ðˌaɪ ɡˈoʊld, ðˌoʊ smˈɔːl ðˌaɪ pˈɔːɹʃən bˈiː. ɡˈoʊld ɹˈʌsts ænd ʃɹˈɪvəlz ɪnðə hˈænd ðæt kˈiːps ɪt.