text_original: I do not ask, O Lord, that life may be A pleasant road; I do not ask that Thou wouldst take from me Aught of its load ; HUMAN EXPEDIENCE. 335 I do not ask that flowers should always spring Beneath my feet; I know too well the poison and the sting Of things too sweet.
text_transcription: I DO NOT ASK O LORD THAT LIFE MAY BE A PLEASANT ROAD I DO NOT ASK THAT THOU WOULDST TAKE FROM ME AUGHT OF ITS LOAD I DO NOT ASK THAT FLOWERS SHOULD ALWAYS SPRING BENEATH MY FEET I KNOW TOO WELL THE POISON AND THE STING OF THINGS TOO SWEET
phonemes: aɪ duːnˌɑːt ˈæsk, ˈoʊ lˈɔːɹd, ðæt lˈaɪf mˈeɪ biː ɐ plˈɛzənt ɹˈoʊd; aɪ duːnˌɑːt ˈæsk ðæt ðˈaʊ wʊdst tˈeɪk fɹʌm mˌiː ˈɔːt ʌv ɪts lˈoʊd ; hjˈuːmən ɛkspˈiːdiəns. θɹˈiːhˈʌndɹɪd θˈɜːɾi fˈaɪv aɪ duːnˌɑːt ˈæsk ðæt flˈaʊɚz ʃˌʊd ˈɔːlweɪz spɹˈɪŋ bᵻnˌiːθ maɪ fˈiːt; aɪ nˈoʊ tˈuː wˈɛl ðə pˈɔɪzən ænd ðə stˈɪŋ ʌv θˈɪŋz tˈuː swˈiːt.