text_original: why should I, I thought with shame, Sigh for a life of solitude, When even this stream without a name Is laboring for the common good. ]No longer let me shun my part Amid the busy scenes of life, But with a warm and generous heart Press onward in the glorious strife.
text_transcription: WHY SHOULD I I THOUGHT WITH SHAME SIGH FOR A LIFE OF SOLITUDE WHEN EVEN THIS STREAM WITHOUT A NAME IS LABORING FOR THE COMMON GOOD NO LONGER LET ME SHUN MY PART AMID THE BUSY SCENES OF LIFE BUT WITH A WARM AND GENEROUS HEART PRESS ONWARD INTO GLORIOUS STRIFE
phonemes: wˌaɪ ʃˌʊd ˈaɪ, aɪ θˈɔːt wɪð ʃˈeɪm, sˈaɪ fɚɹə lˈaɪf ʌv sˈɑːlɪtˌuːd, wˌɛn ˈiːvən ðɪs stɹˈiːm wɪðˌaʊt ɐ nˈeɪm ɪz lˈeɪbɚɹɪŋ fɚðə kˈɑːmən ɡˈʊd. ]nˌoʊ lˈɑːŋɡɚ lˈɛt mˌiː ʃˈʌn maɪ pˈɑːɹt ɐmˈɪd ðə bˈɪzi sˈiːnz ʌv lˈaɪf, bˌʌt wɪð ɐ wˈɔːɹm ænd dʒˈɛnɚɹəs hˈɑːɹt pɹˈɛs ˈɑːnwɚd ɪnðə ɡlˈɔːɹiəs stɹˈaɪf.