text_original: Think gently of me; I am travel worn; My faltering feet are pierced with many a thorn. Forgive, oh, hearts estranged, forgive, I plead! When dreamless rest is mine I shall not need The tenderness for which I long to night.
text_transcription: THINK GENTLY OF ME I AM TRAVEL WORN MY FALTERING FEET ARE PIERCED WITH MANY A THORN FORGIVE O HEARTS ESTRANGED FORGIVE I PLEAD WHEN DREAMLESS REST IS MINE I SHALL NOT NEED THE TENDERNESS FOR WHICH I LONG TO NIGHT
phonemes: θˈɪŋk dʒˈɛntli ʌv mˌiː; aɪɐm tɹˈævəl wˈɔːɹn; maɪ fˈɔltɚɹɪŋ fˈiːt ɑːɹ pˈɪɹst wɪð mˈɛni ɐ θˈɔːɹn. fɚɡˈɪv, ˈoʊ, hˈɑːɹts ɛstɹˈeɪndʒd, fɚɡˈɪv, aɪ plˈiːd! wˌɛn dɹˈiːmləs ɹˈɛst ɪz mˈaɪn aɪʃˌɐl nˌɑːt nˈiːd ðə tˈɛndɚnəs fɔːɹ wˌɪtʃ aɪ lˈɔŋ tə nˈaɪt.