text_original: The heaven of man is never here; it always is where his treasures are. To day's brief span arches little dear; the stream of bliss seems wider afar.
text_transcription: THE HEAVEN OF MAN IS NEVER HERE IT ALWAYS IS WHERE HIS TREASURES ARE TO DAY'S BRIEF SPAN ARCHES LITTLE DEAR THE STREAM OF BLISS SEEMS WIDER AFAR
phonemes: ðə hˈɛvən ʌv mˈæn ɪz nˈɛvɚ hˈɪɹ; ɪɾ ˈɔːlweɪz ɪz wˌɛɹ hɪz tɹˈɛʒɚz ɑːɹ. tə dˈeɪz bɹˈiːf spˈæn ˈɑːɹtʃᵻz lˈɪɾəl dˈɪɹ; ðə stɹˈiːm ʌv blˈɪs sˈiːmz wˈaɪdɚɹ ɐfˈɑːɹ.