text_original: Impoverished, can I find or spare Aught else to thee of rich or rare? Sweet thoughts that through the soul do sing, And deeds like loving hands that cling, And loyal faith  a sentry  nigh, And prayers all rose clouds hovering high?
text_transcription: IMPOVERISHED CAN I FIND OR SPARE AUGHT ELSE TO THEE OF RICH OR RARE SWEET THOUGHTS THAT THROUGH THE SOUL DO SING AND DEEDS LIKE LOVING HANDS THAT CLING AND LOYAL FAITH A SENTRY NIGH AND PRAYERS ALL ROSE CLOUDS HOVERING HIGH
phonemes: ɪmpˈɑːvɚɹɪʃt, kæn aɪ fˈaɪnd ɔːɹ spˈɛɹ ˈɔːt ˈɛls tə ðiː ʌv ɹˈɪtʃ ɔːɹ ɹˈɛɹ? swˈiːt θˈɔːts ðæt θɹuː ðə sˈoʊl dˈuː sˈɪŋ, ænd dˈiːdz lˈaɪk lˈʌvɪŋ hˈændz ðæt klˈɪŋ, ænd lˈɔɪəl fˈeɪθ ɐ sˈɛntɹi nˈaɪ, ænd pɹˈɛɹz ˈɔːl ɹˈoʊz klˈaʊdz hˈʌvɚɹɪŋ hˈaɪ?