text_original: Yea! hope and despondence, and pleasure and pain, Are mingled together like sunshine and rain; And the smile and the tear, and the song and the dirge, Still follow each other, like surge upon surge.
text_transcription: YEA HOPE AND DESPONDENCE AND PLEASURE AND PAIN ARE MINGLED TOGETHER LIKE SUNSHINE AND RAIN AND THE SMILE AND THE TEAR AND THE SONG AND THE DIRGE STILL FOLLOW EACH OTHER LIKE SEARCH UPON SEARCH
phonemes: jˈeɪ! hˈoʊp ænd dᵻspˈɑːndəns, ænd plˈɛʒɚ ænd pˈeɪn, ɑːɹ mˈɪŋɡəld təɡˌɛðɚ lˈaɪk sˈʌnʃaɪn ænd ɹˈeɪn; ænd ðə smˈaɪl ænd ðə tˈɪɹ, ænd ðə sˈɔŋ ænd ðə dˈɜːdʒ, stˈɪl fˈɑːloʊ ˈiːtʃ ˈʌðɚ, lˈaɪk sˈɜːdʒ əpˌɑːn sˈɜːdʒ.