text_original: How dear to this heart are the scenes of my childhood, When fond recollection presents them to view! The orchard, the meadow, the deep tangled wild wood, And every loved spot which my infancy knew!
text_transcription: HOW DEAR TO THIS HEART ARE THE SCENES OF MY CHILDHOOD WHEN FOUNTARY COLLECTION PRESENTS THEM TO VIEW THE ORCHARD THE MEADOW THE DEEP TANGLED WILD WOOD AND EVERY LOVED SPOT WHICH MY INFANCY KNEW
phonemes: hˌaʊ dˈɪɹ tə ðɪs hˈɑːɹt ɑːɹ ðə sˈiːnz ʌv maɪ tʃˈaɪldhʊd, wˌɛn fˈɑːnd ɹˌɛkəlˈɛkʃən pɹˈɛzənts ðˌɛm tə vjˈuː! ðɪ ˈɔːɹtʃɚd, ðə mˈɛdoʊ, ðə dˈiːp tˈæŋɡəld wˈaɪld wˈʊd, ænd ˈɛvɹi lˈʌvd spˈɑːt wˌɪtʃ maɪ ˈɪnfənsi nˈuː!