text_original: Poor indeed thou must be, if around thee Thou no ray of light and joy canst throw,   If no silken cord of love hath bound thee To some little world through weal and woe; If no dear eyes thy fond love can brighten,   No fond voices answer to thine own; If no brother's sorrow thou canst lighten By daily sympathy and gentle tone.
text_transcription: POOR INDEED THOU MUST BE IF AROUND THEE THOU NO RAY OF LIGHT AND JOY CANST THROW IF NO SILKEN CORD OF LOVE HATH BOUND THEE TO SOME LITTLE WORLD THROUGH WEAL AND WOE IF NO DEAR EYES THY FOND LOVE CAN BRIGHTEN NO FOND VOICES ANSWER TO THINE OWN IF NO BROTHER'S SORROW THOU CANST LIGHTEN BY DAILY SYMPATHY AND GENTLE TONE
phonemes: pˈʊɹ ˌɪndˈiːd ðˈaʊ mˈʌst bˈiː, ɪf ɚɹˈaʊnd ðiː ðˈaʊ nˈoʊ ɹˈeɪ ʌv lˈaɪt ænd dʒˈɔɪ kˈænst θɹˈoʊ,   ɪf nˈoʊ sˈɪlkən kˈɔːɹd ʌv lˈʌv hæθ bˈaʊnd ðiː tə sˌʌm lˈɪɾəl wˈɜːld θɹuː wˈiːl ænd wˈoʊ; ɪf nˈoʊ dˈɪɹ ˈaɪz ðˌaɪ fˈɑːnd lˈʌv kæn bɹˈaɪʔn̩,   nˈoʊ fˈɑːnd vˈɔɪsᵻz ˈænsɚ tə ðaɪn ˈoʊn; ɪf nˈoʊ bɹˈʌðɚz sˈɑːɹoʊ ðˈaʊ kˈænst lˈaɪʔn̩ baɪ dˈeɪli sˈɪmpəθi ænd dʒˈɛntəl tˈoʊn.