text_original: If I should die to night, My friends would call to mind, with loving thought, Some kindly deed the icy hands had wrought; Some gentle word the frozen lips had said; Errands on which the willing feet had sped; The memory of my selfishness and pride, My hasty words, would all be put aside, And so I should be loved and mourned to night.
text_transcription: IF I SHOULD DIE TO NIGHT MY FRIENDS WOULD CALL TO MIND WITH LOVING THOUGHT SOME KINDLY DEED THE ICY HANDS HAD WROUGHT SOME GENTLE WORD THE FROZEN LIPS HAD SAID ERRANDS ON WHICH THE WILLING FEET HAD SPED THE MEMORY OF MY SELFISHNESS AND PRIDE MY HASTY WORDS WOULD ALL BE PUT ASIDE AND SO I SHOULD BE LOVED AND MOURNED TO NIGHT
phonemes: ɪf aɪ ʃˌʊd dˈaɪ tə nˈaɪt, maɪ fɹˈɛndz wʊd kˈɔːl tə mˈaɪnd, wɪð lˈʌvɪŋ θˈɔːt, sˌʌm kˈaɪndli dˈiːd ðɪ ˈaɪsi hˈændz hæd ɹˈɔːt; sˌʌm dʒˈɛntəl wˈɜːd ðə fɹˈoʊzən lˈɪps hæd sˈɛd; ˈɛɹəndz ˌɔn wˌɪtʃ ðə wˈɪlɪŋ fˈiːt hæd spˈɛd; ðə mˈɛmɚɹi ʌv maɪ sˈɛlfɪʃnəs ænd pɹˈaɪd, maɪ hˈeɪsti wˈɜːdz, wʊd ˈɔːl biː pˌʊt ɐsˈaɪd, ænd sˌoʊ aɪ ʃˌʊd biː lˈʌvd ænd mˈɔːɹnd tə nˈaɪt.