text_original: Farewell!  but whenever you welcome the hour That awakens the night song of mirth in your bower. Then think of the friend that once welcomed it too. And forgot his own griefs, to be happy with you.
text_transcription: FAREWELL BUT WHENEVER YOU WELCOME THE HOUR THAT AWAKENS THE NIGHT SONG OF MIRTH IN YOUR BOWER THEN THINK OF THE FRIEND THAT ONCE WELCOMED IT TOO AND FORGOT HIS OWN GRIEFS TO BE HAPPY YOU
phonemes: fɛɹwˈɛl!  bˌʌt wɛnˌɛvɚ juː wˈɛlkʌm ðɪ ˈaʊɚ ðæt ɐwˈeɪkənz ðə nˈaɪt sˈɔŋ ʌv mˈɜːθ ɪn jʊɹ bˈaʊɚ. ðˈɛn θˈɪŋk ʌvðə fɹˈɛnd ðæt wˈʌns wˈɛlkʌmd ɪt tˈuː. ænd fɚɡˈɑːt hɪz ˈoʊn ɡɹˈiːfs, təbi hˈæpi wɪð juː.