text_original: The sounds and the scents that flow by us — They cannot tell whither they go; Yet, however it fails of its errand, Love makes the world sweeter, I know. I know that love never is wasted, Nor truth, nor the breath of a prayer; And the. thought that goes forth as a blessing Must live, as a joy in the air.
text_transcription: THE SOUNDS AND THE SCENTS THAT FLOW BY US THEY CANNOT TELL WHITHER THEY GO YET HOWEVER IT FAILS OF ITS ERRAND LOVE MAKES THE WORLD SWEETER I KNOW I KNOW THAT LOVE NEVER IS WASTED NOR TRUTH NOR THE BREATH OF A PRAYER AND THE THOUGHT THAT GOES FORTH AS A BLESSING MUST LIVE AS A JOY IN THE AIR
phonemes: ðə sˈaʊndz ænd ðə sˈɛnts ðæt flˈoʊ baɪ ˌʌs — ðeɪ kænˈɑːt tˈɛl wˈɪðɚ ðeɪ ɡˈoʊ; jˈɛt, haʊˈɛvɚɹ ɪt fˈeɪlz ʌv ɪts ˈɛɹənd, lˈʌv mˌeɪks ðə wˈɜːld swˈiːɾɚ, aɪ nˈoʊ. aɪ nˈoʊ ðæt lˈʌv nˈɛvɚɹ ɪz wˈeɪstᵻd, nˈɔːɹ tɹˈuːθ, nˈɔːɹ ðə bɹˈɛθ əvə pɹˈɛɹ; ænd ðə. θˈɔːt ðæt ɡoʊz fˈɔːɹθ æz ɐ blˈɛsɪŋ mˈʌst lˈɪv, æz ɐ dʒˈɔɪ ɪnðɪ ˈɛɹ.