text_original: Oh, crowded world with your jostling throngs! How narrow you grow, and small; How cold, like a shadow across the heart, Your selfishness seems to fall, When I think of that fireplace warm and wide, And the welcome awaiting all.
text_transcription: OH CROWDED WORLD WITH YOUR JOSTLING THRONGS HOW NARROW YOU GROW AND SMALL HOW COLD LIKE A SHADOW ACROSS THE HEART YOUR SELFISHNESS SEEMS TO FALL WHEN I THINK OF THAT FIREPLACE WARM AND WIDE AND TO WELCOME AAITING ALL
phonemes: ˈoʊ, kɹˈaʊdᵻd wˈɜːld wɪð jʊɹ dʒˈɑːsəlɪŋ θɹˈɔŋz! hˌaʊ nˈæɹoʊ juː ɡɹˈoʊ, ænd smˈɔːl; hˌaʊ kˈoʊld, lˈaɪk ɐ ʃˈædoʊ əkɹˌɑːs ðə hˈɑːɹt, jʊɹ sˈɛlfɪʃnəs sˈiːmz tə fˈɔːl, wˌɛn aɪ θˈɪŋk ʌv ðæt fˈaɪɚpleɪs wˈɔːɹm ænd wˈaɪd, ænd ðə wˈɛlkʌm ɐwˈeɪɾɪŋ ˈɔːl.