text_original: In the cool grottos of the soul, Whence flows thought's crystal river, Whence songs of joy forever roll To Him who is the Giver   There store thou them, where fresh and green Their leaves and blossoms may be seen, A spring of joy that faileth never; There store thou them, and they shall be A blessing and a peace to thee, And in their youth and purity Thou shalt be young forever!
text_transcription: IN THE COOL GROTTOES OF THE SOUL WHENCE FLOWS THOUGHT'S CRYSTAL RIVER WHENCE SONGS OF JOY FOR EVER ROLL TO HIM WHO IS THE GIVER THERE STORE THOU THEM WHERE FRESH AND GREEN THEIR LEAVES AND BLOSSOMS MAY BE SEEN A SPRING OF JOY THAT FAILETH NEVER THERE STORET THOU THEM AND THEY SHALL BE A BLESSING AND A PEACE TO THEE AND IN THEIR YOUTH AND PURITY THOU SHALT BE YOUNG FOR EVER
phonemes: ɪnðə kˈuːl ɡɹˈɑːɾoʊz ʌvðə sˈoʊl, wˈɛns flˈoʊz θˈɔːts kɹˈɪstəl ɹˈɪvɚ, wˈɛns sˈɔŋz ʌv dʒˈɔɪ fɚɹˈɛvɚ ɹˈoʊl tə hˌɪm hˌuː ɪz ðə ɡˈɪvɚ ðɛɹ stˈɔːɹ ðˈaʊ ðˌɛm, wˌɛɹ fɹˈɛʃ ænd ɡɹˈiːn ðɛɹ lˈiːvz ænd blˈɔsəmz mˈeɪ biː sˈiːn, ɐ spɹˈɪŋ ʌv dʒˈɔɪ ðæt fˈeɪləθ nˈɛvɚ; ðɛɹ stˈɔːɹ ðˈaʊ ðˌɛm, ænd ðeɪ ʃˌæl biː ɐ blˈɛsɪŋ ænd ɐ pˈiːs tə ðˈiː, ænd ɪn ðɛɹ jˈuːθ ænd pjˈʊɹɹᵻɾi ðˈaʊ ʃˌælt biː jˈʌŋ fɚɹˈɛvɚ!