text_original: Love, while the sweet thing laughs and lies, And sleep Mows out and in, Lies perfect in them Paradise. Their glance might cast out pain and sin, Their speech make dumb the wise, By mute glad godhead felt within A baby's eyes.
text_transcription: LOVE WHILE THE SWEET THING LAUGHS AND LIES AND SLEEP FLOWS OUT AND IN LIES PERFECT IN THEM PARADISE THEIR GLANCE MIGHT CAST OUT PAIN AND SIN THEIR SPEECH MAKE DUMB THE WISE BY MUTE GLAD GODHEAD FELT WITHIN A BABY'S EYES
phonemes: lˈʌv, wˌaɪl ðə swˈiːt θˈɪŋ lˈæfs ænd lˈaɪz, ænd slˈiːp mˈoʊz ˈaʊt ænd ˈɪn, lˈaɪz pˈɜːfɛkt ɪn ðˌɛm pˈæɹədˌaɪs. ðɛɹ ɡlˈæns mˌaɪt kˈæst ˈaʊt pˈeɪn ænd sˈɪn, ðɛɹ spˈiːtʃ mˌeɪk dˈʌm ðə wˈaɪz, baɪ mjˈuːt ɡlˈæd ɡˈɑːdhɛd fˈɛlt wɪðˌɪn ɐ bˈeɪbiz ˈaɪz.