text_original: My courage rises. The paleness of fear on my cheek gives way to the glow of hope. I shall forget that absence, misfortune, and pain, have intervened and live over again those hours of joy and peace, when our bosoms heaved no sigh, save the rich sigh of transport and confidence.
text_transcription: MY COURAGE RISES THE PALENESS OF FEAR ON MY CHEEK GIVES WAY TO THE GLOW OF HOPE I SHALL FORGET THAT ABSENCE MISFORTUNE AND PAIN HAVE INTERVENED AND LIVE OVER AGAIN THOSE HOURS OF JOY AND PEACE WHEN OUR BOSOMS HEAVED NO SIGH SAVE THE RICH SIGH OF TRANSPORT AND CONFIDENCE
phonemes: maɪ kˈɜːɹɪdʒ ɹˈaɪzᵻz. ðə pˈeɪlnəs ʌv fˈɪɹ ˌɔn maɪ tʃˈiːk ɡˈɪvz wˈeɪ tə ðə ɡlˈoʊ ʌv hˈoʊp. aɪʃˌɐl fɚɡˈɛt ðæt ˈæbsəns, mɪsfˈɔːɹtʃʊn, ænd pˈeɪn, hæv ˌɪntɚvˈiːnd ænd lˈaɪv ˌoʊvɚɹ ɐɡˈɛn ðoʊz ˈaʊɚz ʌv dʒˈɔɪ ænd pˈiːs, wˌɛn ˌaʊɚ bˈʊzəmz hˈiːvd nˈoʊ sˈaɪ, sˈeɪv ðə ɹˈɪtʃ sˈaɪ ʌv tɹˈænspɔːɹt ænd kˈɑːnfɪdəns.