text_original: And doth not a meeting like this make amends For all the long years I 've been wand'ring away— To see thus around me my youth's early friends. As smiling and kind as in that happy day? Digitized by Google FRIENDSHIP. 3G7 Though haply o'er some of your brows, as o'er mine, The snow fall of Time may be stealing — what then? Like Alps in the sunset, thus lighted by wine, We '11 wear the gay tinge of Youth's roses again.
text_transcription: AND DOTH NOT A MEETING LIKE THIS MAKE AMENDS FOR ALL THE LONG YEARS I'VE BEEN WANDERING AWAY TO SEE THUS AROUND ME MY YOUTH'S EARLY FRIENDS AS SMILING AND KIND AS IN THAT HAPPY DAY THOUGH HAPPY OVER SOME OF YOUR BROWS AS OVER MINE THE SNOWFALL OF TIME MAY BE STEALING WHAT THEN LIKE ALPS IN THE SUNSET THUS LIGHTED BY WINE WE'LL WEAR THE GAY TINGE OF YOUTH ROSES AGAIN
phonemes: ænd dʌθ nˌɑːɾə mˈiːɾɪŋ lˈaɪk ðɪs mˌeɪk ɐmˈɛndz fɔːɹ ˈɔːl ðə lˈɔŋ jˈɪɹz aɪ vˈiː bˌɪn wˈɔndɹɪŋ ɐwˈeɪ— tə sˈiː ðˈʌs ɚɹˈaʊnd mˌiː maɪ jˈuːθz ˈɜːli fɹˈɛndz. æz smˈaɪlɪŋ ænd kˈaɪnd æz ɪn ðæt hˈæpi dˈeɪ? dˈɪdʒɪtˌaɪzd baɪ ɡˈuːɡəl fɹˈɛndʃɪp. θɹˈiː dʒˈiː sˈɛvən ðˌoʊ hˈæpli ˈɔːɹ sˌʌm ʌv jʊɹ bɹˈaʊz, æz ˈɔːɹ mˈaɪn, ðə snˈoʊ fˈɔːl ʌv tˈaɪm mˈeɪ biː stˈiːlɪŋ — wˌʌt ðˈɛn? lˈaɪk ˈælps ɪnðə sˈʌnsɛt, ðˈʌs lˈaɪɾᵻd baɪ wˈaɪn, wiː ɪlˈɛvən wˈɛɹ ðə ɡˈeɪ tˈɪndʒ ʌv jˈuːθz ɹˈoʊzᵻz ɐɡˈɛn.