text_original: The peace that broods O'er Nature's tranquil face reflected shines From loving eyes, as they in converse sweet Plot out a rose fringed path with prudence meet, And mark with glowing hearts its "pleasant lines."
text_transcription: THE PEACE THAT BROODS OVER NATURE'S TRANQUIL FACE REFLECTED SHINES FROM LOVING EYES AS THEY IN CONVERSE SWEET PLOT OUT A ROSE FRINGED PATH WITH PRUDENCE MEET AND MARK WITH GLOWING HEARTS ITS PLEASANT LINES
phonemes: ðə pˈiːs ðæt bɹˈuːdz ˈɔːɹ nˈeɪtʃɚz tɹˈæŋkwɪl fˈeɪs ɹᵻflˈɛktᵻd ʃˈaɪnz fɹʌm lˈʌvɪŋ ˈaɪz, æz ðeɪ ɪn kˈɑːnvɜːs swˈiːt plˈɑːt ˈaʊt ɐ ɹˈoʊz fɹˈɪndʒd pˈæθ wɪð pɹˈuːdəns mˈiːt, ænd mˈɑːɹk wɪð ɡlˈoʊɪŋ hˈɑːɹts ɪts "plˈɛzənt lˈaɪnz."