text_original: If thou dost bid thy friend farewell, But for one night though that farewell may be, Press thou his hand in thine. How canst thou tell how far from thee Fate or caprice may lead his steps ere that to morrow comes?
text_transcription: IF THOU DOST BID THY FRIEND FAREWELL BUT FOR ONE NIGHT THOUGH THAT FAREWELL MAY BE PRESS THOU HIS HAND IN THINE HOW CANST THOU TELL HOW FAR FROM THEE FATE OR CAPRICE MAY LEAD HIS STEPS ERE THAT TO MORROW COMES
phonemes: ɪf ðˈaʊ dˈɑːst bˈɪd ðˌaɪ fɹˈɛnd fɛɹwˈɛl, bˌʌt fɔːɹ wˈʌn nˈaɪt ðˌoʊ ðæt fɛɹwˈɛl mˈeɪ bˈiː, pɹˈɛs ðˈaʊ hɪz hˈænd ɪn ðˈaɪn. hˌaʊ kˈænst ðˈaʊ tˈɛl hˌaʊ fˈɑːɹ fɹʌm ðiː fˈeɪt ɔːɹ kɐpɹˈiːs mˈeɪ lˈiːd hɪz stˈɛps ˈɛɹ ðæt tə mˈɑːɹoʊ kˈʌmz?