text_original: A smile at dawn to greet the sun, A smile at eve when tasks are done, And in between, from nine to four, Keep doling out the smiling score, And every bit of fearsome care Will vanish into thinnest air, For Woe forgets her cruel wiles Before the spirit armed with smiles.
text_transcription: A SMILE AT DAWN TO GREET THE SUN A SMILE AT EVE WHEN TASKS ARE DONE AND IN BETWEEN FROM NINE TO FOUR KEEP DOLING OUT THE SMILING SCORE AND EVERY BIT OF FEARSOME CARE WILL VANISH INTO THINNEST AIR FOR WOE FORGETS HER CRUEL WILES BEFORE THE SPIRIT ARMED WITH SMILES
phonemes: ɐ smˈaɪl æt dˈɔːn tə ɡɹˈiːt ðə sˈʌn, ɐ smˈaɪl æɾ ˈiːv wɛn tˈæsks ɑːɹ dˈʌn, ænd ɪn bᵻtwˈiːn, fɹʌm nˈaɪn tə fˈɔːɹ, kˈiːp dˈoʊlɪŋ ˈaʊt ðə smˈaɪlɪŋ skˈɔːɹ, ænd ˈɛvɹi bˈɪt ʌv fˈɪɹsʌm kˈɛɹ wɪl vˈænɪʃ ˌɪntʊ θˈɪnɪst ˈɛɹ, fɔːɹ wˈoʊ fɚɡˈɛts hɜː kɹˈuːəl wˈaɪlz bᵻfˌɔːɹ ðə spˈɪɹɪt ˈɑːɹmd wɪð smˈaɪlz.