text_original: No Hower lK'lls that expand and shrink Gleam half so heavenly sweet As shine on life's untrodden brink A baby's feet. ii. A baby's hands, like rosebuds furled, Whence yet no leaf expands, Ope if you touch, though close upcurled, A baby's hands.
text_transcription: NO FLOWER BELLS THAT EXPAND AND SHRINK GLEAM HALF SO HEAVENLY SWEET AS SHINE ON LIFE'S UNTRODDEN BRINK A BABY'S FEET TWO A BABY'S HANDS LIKE ROSEBUDS FURLED WHENCE YET NO LEAF EXPANDS HOPE IF YOU TOUCH THOUGH CLOSE UP CURLED A BABY'S HANDS
phonemes: nˈoʊ hˈaʊɚɹ ˈɛl kˈeɪlz ðæt ɛkspˈænd ænd ʃɹˈɪŋk ɡlˈiːm hˈæf sˌoʊ hˈɛvənli swˈiːt æz ʃˈaɪn ˌɔn lˈaɪfz ʌntɹˈɑːdən bɹˈɪŋk ɐ bˈeɪbiz fˈiːt. ɹˌoʊmən tˈuː. ɐ bˈeɪbiz hˈændz, lˈaɪk ɹˈoʊzbʌdz fˈɜːld, wˈɛns jˈɛt nˈoʊ lˈiːf ɛkspˈændz, ˈoʊp ɪf juː tˈʌtʃ, ðˌoʊ klˈoʊs ʌpkˈɜːld, ɐ bˈeɪbiz hˈændz.