text_original: They knew, as I do now, what keen delight A stroug man feels to watch the tender flight Of little children playing in his sight; What pure sweet pleasure, and what sacred love, Come drifting down upon us from above, In watching how their limbs and features move.
text_transcription: THEY KNEW AS I DO NOW WHAT KEEN DELIGHT A STRONG MAN FEELS TO WATCH THE TENDER FLIGHT OF LITTLE CHILDREN PLAYING IN HIS SIGHT WHAT PURE SWEET PLEASURE AND WHAT SACRED LOVE COME DRIFTING DOWN UPON US FROM ABOVE IN WATCHING HOW THEIR LIMBS AND FEATURES MOVE
phonemes: ðeɪ nˈuː, æz aɪ dˈuː nˈaʊ, wˌʌt kˈiːn dᵻlˈaɪt ɐ stɹˈaʊɡ mˈæn fˈiːlz tə wˈɑːtʃ ðə tˈɛndɚ flˈaɪt ʌv lˈɪɾəl tʃˈɪldɹən plˈeɪɪŋ ɪn hɪz sˈaɪt; wˌʌt pjˈʊɹ swˈiːt plˈɛʒɚ, ænd wʌt sˈeɪkɹɪd lˈʌv, kˈʌm dɹˈɪftɪŋ dˌaʊn əpˌɑːn ˌʌs fɹʌm əbˈʌv, ɪn wˈɑːtʃɪŋ hˌaʊ ðɛɹ lˈɪmz ænd fˈiːtʃɚz mˈuːv.