text_original: Let Fate do her worst, there are relics of joy, Bright dreams of the past, which she cannot destroy; Which come in the night time of sorrow and care, And bring back the features which joy used to wear.
text_transcription: LET FATE DO HER WORST THERE ARE RELICS OF JOY BRIGHT DREAMS OF THE PAST WHICH SHE CANNOT DESTROY WHICH COME IN THE NIGHT TIME OF SORROW AND CARE AND BRING BACK THE FEATURES WHICH JOY USED TO WEAR
phonemes: lˈɛt fˈeɪt dˈuː hɜː wˈɜːst, ðɛɹˌɑːɹ ɹˈɛlɪks ʌv dʒˈɔɪ, bɹˈaɪt dɹˈiːmz ʌvðə pˈæst, wˌɪtʃ ʃiː kænˈɑːt dᵻstɹˈɔɪ; wˌɪtʃ kˈʌm ɪnðə nˈaɪt tˈaɪm ʌv sˈɑːɹoʊ ænd kˈɛɹ, ænd bɹˈɪŋ bˈæk ðə fˈiːtʃɚz wˌɪtʃ dʒˈɔɪ jˈuːzd tə wˈɛɹ.