text_original: What softened remembrances come o'er the heart, In gazing on those we 've been lost to so long! The sorrows, the joys, of which once they were I>art, Still round them, like visions of yesterday, throng; As letters some hand hath invisibly traced. When held to the tlame will steal out on the sight, So many a feeling, that long seemed effaced, The warmth of a moment like this brings to light.
text_transcription: WHAT SOFTENED REMEMBRANCES COME OVER THE HEART IN GAZING ON THOSE WE'VE BEEN LOST TO SO LONG THE SORROWS THE JOYS OF WHICH ONCE THEY WERE PART STILL ROUND THEM LIKE VISIONS OF YESTERDAY THRONG AS LETTERS SOME HAND HATH INVISIBLY TRACED WHEN HELD TO THE FLAME WILL STEAL OUT ON THE SIGHT SO MANY A FEELING THAT LONG SEEMED EFFACED THE WARMTH OF A MOMENT LIKE THIS BRINGS TO LIGHT
phonemes: wˌʌt sˈɔfənd ɹᵻmˈɛmbɹənsᵻz kˈʌm ˈɔːɹ ðə hˈɑːɹt, ɪn ɡˈeɪzɪŋ ˌɔn ðoʊz wiː vˈiː bˌɪn lˈɔst tə sˌoʊ lˈɔŋ! ðə sˈɑːɹoʊz, ðə dʒˈɔɪz, ʌvwˈɪtʃ wˈʌns ðeɪ wɜːɹ aɪ ˈɑːɹt, stˈɪl ɹˈaʊnd ðˌɛm, lˈaɪk vˈɪʒənz ʌv jˈɛstɚdˌeɪ, θɹˈɔŋ; æz lˈɛɾɚz sˌʌm hˈænd hæθ ɪnvˈɪzᵻbli tɹˈeɪst. wˌɛn hˈɛld tə ðə tˈiːlˈeɪm wɪl stˈiːl ˈaʊt ɔnðə sˈaɪt, sˌoʊ mˈɛni ɐ fˈiːlɪŋ, ðæt lˈɔŋ sˈiːmd ɪfˈeɪst, ðə wˈɔːɹmθ əvə mˈoʊmənt lˈaɪk ðɪs bɹˈɪŋz tə lˈaɪt.