text_original: II What tho' we see it break before us into flowers, This garden where we pass the clear and silent hours? In our two hearts are spirit flow'rs unfurled, Where blooms the fairest garden in the world.
text_transcription: FLOWERS WHAT THOUGH WE SEE IT BREAK BEFORE US INTO FLOWERS THIS GARDEN WHERE WE PASS THE CLEAR AND SILENT HOURS IN OUR TWO HEARTS OUR SPIRIT FLOWERS UNFURLED WHERE BLOOMS THE FAIREST GARDEN IN THE WORLD
phonemes: ɹˌoʊmən tˈuː wʌt ðˈoʊ wiː sˈiː ɪt bɹˈeɪk bᵻfˌɔːɹ ˌʌs ˌɪntʊ flˈaʊɚz, ðɪs ɡˈɑːɹdən wˌɛɹ wiː pˈæs ðə klˈɪɹ ænd sˈaɪlənt ˈaʊɚz? ɪn ˌaʊɚ tˈuː hˈɑːɹts ɑːɹ spˈɪɹɪt flˈoʊrz ʌnfˈɜːld, wˌɛɹ blˈuːmz ðə fˈɛɹəst ɡˈɑːɹdən ɪnðə wˈɜːld.