text_original: Yea, Love is strong as life; he casts out fear, And wrath, and hate, and all our envious foes; He stands upon the threshold, quick to close The gate of happiness ere should appear Death's dreaded presence  ay, but Death draws near, And large and gray the towering outline grows, Whose face is veiled and hid; and yet Love knows Full well, too well, alas! that Death is here.
text_transcription: YEA LOVE IS STRONG AS LIFE HE CASTS OUT FEAR AND WRATH AND HATE AND ALL OUR ENVIOUS FOES HE STANDS UPON THE THRESHOLD QUICK TO CLOSE THE GATE OF HAPPINESS ERE SHOULD APPEAR DEATH DREADED PRESENCE AY BUT DEATH DRAWS NEAR AND LARGE AND GREY THE TOWERING OUTLINE GROWS WHOSE FACE IS VEILED AND HID AND YET LOVE KNOWS FULL WELL TOO WELL ALAS THAT DEATH IS HERE
phonemes: jˈeɪ, lˈʌv ɪz stɹˈɔŋ æz lˈaɪf; hiː kˈæsts ˈaʊt fˈɪɹ, ænd ɹˈæθ, ænd hˈeɪt, ænd ˈɔːl ˌaʊɚɹ ˈɛnviəs fˈoʊz; hiː stˈændz əpˌɑːn ðə θɹˈɛʃoʊld, kwˈɪk tə klˈoʊz ðə ɡˈeɪt ʌv hˈæpɪnəs ˈɛɹ ʃˌʊd ɐpˈɪɹ dˈɛθz dɹˈɛdᵻd pɹˈɛzəns ˈaɪ, bˌʌt dˈɛθ dɹˈɔːz nˈɪɹ, ænd lˈɑːɹdʒ ænd ɡɹˈeɪ ðə tˈaʊɚɹɪŋ ˈaʊtlaɪn ɡɹˈoʊz, hˌuːz fˈeɪs ɪz vˈeɪld ænd hˈɪd; ænd jˈɛt lˈʌv nˈoʊz fˈʊl wˈɛl, tˈuː wˈɛl, ɐlˈæs! ðæt dˈɛθ ɪz hˈɪɹ.