text_original: Yet (). the thought that thou art safe, and he!— That thought is joy. arrive what may to me. Mv boast is not that I deduce mv birth From loins enthroned, and rulers of the earth; But higher far my proud pretensions rise,— Digitized by Google ABOUT CHILDREN. 83 The son of parents passed into the skies. And now, farewell!  Time, unrevoked, has run His wonted course; yet what I wished is done.
text_transcription: YET O THE THOUGHT THAT THOU ART SAFE AND HE THAT THOUGHT IS JOY ARRIVE WHAT MAY TO ME MY BOAST IS NOT THAT I DID USE MY BIRTH FROM LOINS ENTHRONED AND RULERS OF THE EARTH BUT HIGHER FAR MY PROUD PRETENSIONS RISE THE SON OF PARENTS PASSED INTO THE SKIES AND NOW FAREWELL TIME UNREVOKED HAS RUN HIS WONTED COURSE YET WHAT I WISHED IS DONE
phonemes: jˈɛt (). ðə θˈɔːt ðæt ðˈaʊ ˈɑːɹt sˈeɪf, ænd hiː!— ðæt θˈɔːt ɪz dʒˈɔɪ. ɚɹˈaɪv wʌt mˈeɪ tə mˌiː. ˌɛmvˈiː bˈoʊst ɪz nˌɑːt ðæt aɪ dᵻdˈuːs ˌɛmvˈiː bˈɜːθ fɹʌm lˈɔɪnz ɛnθɹˈoʊnd, ænd ɹˈuːlɚz ʌvðɪ ˈɜːθ; bˌʌt hˈaɪɚ fˈɑːɹ maɪ pɹˈaʊd pɹɪtˈɛnʃənz ɹˈaɪz,— dˈɪdʒɪtˌaɪzd baɪ ɡˈuːɡəl ɐbˌaʊt tʃˈɪldɹən. ˈeɪɾi θɹˈiː ðə sˈʌn ʌv pˈɛɹənts pˈæst ˌɪntʊ ðə skˈaɪz. ænd nˈaʊ, fɛɹwˈɛl!  tˈaɪm, ˌʌnɹᵻvˈoʊkt, hɐz ɹˈʌn hɪz wˈɔntᵻd kˈɔːɹs; jˈɛt wʌt aɪ wˈɪʃt ɪz dˈʌn.