text_original: Onward through life he goes; Each morning sees some task l>egin, Each evening sees it close; Something attempted, something done, Has earned a night's repose. 330 POEMS OF HOME Thanks, thanks to thee, my worthy friend, For the lesson thou hast taught ! Thus at the flaming forge of life Our fortunes must he wrought; Thus on its sounding anvil shaped Each burning deed and thought!
text_transcription: ONWARD THROUGH LIFE HE GOES EACH MORNING SEES SOME TASK BEGIN EACH EVENING SEES IT CLOSE SOMETHING ATTEMPTED SOMETHING DONE HAS EARNED A NIGHT'S REPOSE THANKS THANKS TO THEE MY WORTHY FRIEND FOR THE LESSON THOU HAST TAUGHT THUS AT THE FLAMING FORGE OF LIFE OUR FORTUNES MUST BE WROUGHT THUS ON ITS SOUNDING ENVIL SHAPED EACH BURNING DEED AND THOUGHT
phonemes: ˈɑːnwɚd θɹuː lˈaɪf hiː ɡˈoʊz; ˈiːtʃ mˈɔːɹnɪŋ sˈiːz sˌʌm tˈæsk ˈɛl ˈɛdʒɪn, ˈiːtʃ ˈiːvnɪŋ sˈiːz ɪt klˈoʊs; sˈʌmθɪŋ ɐtˈɛmptᵻd, sˈʌmθɪŋ dˈʌn, hɐz ˈɜːnd ɐ nˈaɪts ɹᵻpˈoʊz. θɹˈiːhˈʌndɹɪd θˈɜːɾi pˈoʊᵻmz ʌv hˈoʊm θˈæŋks, θˈæŋks tə ðˈiː, maɪ wˈɜːði fɹˈɛnd, fɚðə lˈɛsən ðˈaʊ hˈeɪst tˈɔːt ! ðˈʌs æt ðə flˈeɪmɪŋ fˈɔːɹdʒ ʌv lˈaɪf ˌaʊɚ fˈɔːɹtʃʊnz mˈʌst hiː ɹˈɔːt; ðˈʌs ˌɔn ɪts sˈaʊndɪŋ ˈænvəl ʃˈeɪpt ˈiːtʃ bˈɜːnɪŋ dˈiːd ænd θˈɔːt!