text_original: Though youth may fade, and love grow cold, And friends prove false, and best hopes blight, Yet the sun will wade in waves of gold, And the stars in glory will shine at night.
text_transcription: THOUGH YOUTH MAY FADE AND LOVE GROW COLD AND FRIENDS PROVE FAULTS AND BEST HOPES BLIGHT YET THE SUN WILL WADE IN WAVES OF GOLD AND THE STARS IN GLORY WILL SHINE AT NIGHT
phonemes: ðˌoʊ jˈuːθ mˈeɪ fˈeɪd, ænd lˈʌv ɡɹˈoʊ kˈoʊld, ænd fɹˈɛndz pɹˈuːv fˈɔls, ænd bˈɛst hˈoʊps blˈaɪt, jˈɛt ðə sˈʌn wɪl wˈeɪd ɪn wˈeɪvz ʌv ɡˈoʊld, ænd ðə stˈɑːɹz ɪn ɡlˈɔːɹi wɪl ʃˈaɪn æt nˈaɪt.