text_original: I HAVE no part with all the great, proud world: It cares not how I live, nor when I die; But every lily smiling in the field, And every tiny sparrow darting by, Claims kinship with me, mortal though they be,   The One who cares for them doth care for me.
text_transcription: I HAVE NO PART WITH ALL THE GREAT PROUD WORLD IT CARES NOT HOW I LIVE NOR WHEN I DIE BUT EVERY LILY SMILING IN THE FIELD AND EVERY TINY SPARROW DARTING BY CLAIMS KINSHIP WITH ME MORTAL THOUGH THEY BE THE ONE WHO CARES FOR THEM DOTH CARE FOR ME
phonemes: aɪ hæv nˈoʊ pˈɑːɹt wɪð ˈɔːl ðə ɡɹˈeɪt, pɹˈaʊd wˈɜːld: ɪt kˈɛɹz nˌɑːt hˌaʊ aɪ lˈɪv, nˈɔːɹ wɛn aɪ dˈaɪ; bˌʌt ˈɛvɹi lˈɪli smˈaɪlɪŋ ɪnðə fˈiːld, ænd ˈɛvɹi tˈaɪni spˈæɹoʊ dˈɑːɹɾɪŋ bˈaɪ, klˈeɪmz kˈɪnʃɪp wɪð mˌiː, mˈɔːɹɾəl ðˌoʊ ðeɪ bˈiː,   ðə wˈʌn hˌuː kˈɛɹz fɔːɹ ðˌɛm dʌθ kˈɛɹ fɔːɹ mˌiː.