text_original: Hope's hand, entwining life's harp new strung with joyous garlands, its sound doth stay, And he thinks earth heaven, to him God given, nor cares though the passing hours delay.
text_transcription: HOPE'S HAND AND TWINING LIFE'S HARP NEW STRUNG WITH JOYOUS GARLANDS ITS SOUND DOES STAY AND HE THINKS EARTH HEAVEN TO HIM GOD GIVEN NOR CARES THOUGH THE PASSING HOURS DELAY
phonemes: hˈoʊpz hˈænd, ɛntwˈaɪnɪŋ lˈaɪfz hˈɑːɹp nˈuː stɹˈʌŋ wɪð dʒˈɔɪəs ɡˈɑːɹləndz, ɪts sˈaʊnd dʌθ stˈeɪ, ænd hiː θˈɪŋks ˈɜːθ hˈɛvən, tə hˌɪm ɡˈɑːd ɡˈɪvən, nˈɔːɹ kˈɛɹz ðˌoʊ ðə pˈæsɪŋ ˈaʊɚz dᵻlˈeɪ.