text_original: Alas! regardless of their doom, The little victims play! No sense have they of ills to come, Nor care beyond to day; Yet see, how all around them wait The ministers of human fate, And black misfortune's baleful train!
text_transcription: ALAS REGARDLESS OF THEIR DOOM THE LITTLE VICTIMS PLAY NO SENSE HAVE THEY OF ILLS TO COME NOR CARE BEYOND TO DAY YET SEE HOW ALL AROUND THEM WAIT THE MINISTERS OF HUMAN FATE AND BLACK MISFORTUNE'S BALEFUL TRAIN
phonemes: ɐlˈæs! ɹᵻɡˈɑːɹdləs ʌv ðɛɹ dˈuːm, ðə lˈɪɾəl vˈɪktɪmz plˈeɪ! nˈoʊ sˈɛns hæv ðeɪ ʌv ˈɪlz tə kˈʌm, nˈɔːɹ kˈɛɹ bᵻjˌɔnd tə dˈeɪ; jˈɛt sˈiː, hˌaʊ ˈɔːl ɚɹˈaʊnd ðˌɛm wˈeɪt ðə mˈɪnɪstɚz ʌv hjˈuːmən fˈeɪt, ænd blˈæk mɪsfˈɔːɹtʃʊnz bˈeɪlfəl tɹˈeɪn!