text_original: F. B._ _NOW I can sing of life, whose days are brief, For I have walked close hand in hand with grief. And I may tell of shipwrecked hopes, since mine Sank just outside the happy harbor line.
text_transcription: F B NOW I CAN SING OF LIFE WHOSE DAYS ARE BRIEF FOR I HAVE WALKED CLOSE HAND IN HAND WITH GRIEF AND I MAY TELL OF SHIPWRECKED HOPES SINCE MINE SANK JUST OUTSIDE THE HAPPY HARBOUR LINE
phonemes: ˈɛf. bˈiː.nˈaʊ aɪ kæn sˈɪŋ ʌv lˈaɪf, hˌuːz dˈeɪz ɑːɹ bɹˈiːf, fɔːɹ aɪ hæv wˈɔːkt klˈoʊs hˈænd ɪn hˈænd wɪð ɡɹˈiːf. ænd aɪ mˈeɪ tˈɛl ʌv ʃˈɪpɹɛkt hˈoʊps, sˈɪns mˈaɪn sˈæŋk dʒˈʌst aʊtsˈaɪd ðə hˈæpi hˈɑːɹbɚ lˈaɪn.