text_original: — with its smiles and its sorrows. Its love and its friendship, — its falsehood and truth, Its schemes that depend on the breath of to morrow, Its hopes which pass by like the dreams of our youth : Yet, oh! whilst the light of affect ion may shine, The heart in itself hath a fountain of bliss; In the worst there 's some spark of a nature di  vine, And the wisest and best take the world as it is.
text_transcription: WITH ITS SMILES AND ITS SORROWS ITS LOVE AND ITS FRIENDSHIP ITS FALSEHOOD AND TRUTH ITS SCHEMES THAT DEPEND ON THE BREATH OF TO MORROW ITS HOPES WHICH PASS BY LIKE THE DREAMS OF OUR YOUTH YET OH WHILST THE LIGHT OF AFFECTION MAY SHINE THE HEART IN ITSELF HATH A FOUNTAIN OF BLISS IN THE WORST THERE IS SOME SPARK OF A NATURE DIVINE AND THE WISEST AND BEST TAKE THE WORLD AS IT IS
phonemes: — wɪð ɪts smˈaɪlz ænd ɪts sˈɑːɹoʊz. ɪts lˈʌv ænd ɪts fɹˈɛndʃɪp, — ɪts fˈɔlshʊd ænd tɹˈuːθ, ɪts skˈiːmz ðæt dᵻpˈɛnd ɔnðə bɹˈɛθ ʌv tə mˈɑːɹoʊ, ɪts hˈoʊps wˌɪtʃ pˈæs baɪ lˈaɪk ðə dɹˈiːmz ʌv ˌaʊɚ jˈuːθ : jˈɛt, ˈoʊ! wˌaɪlst ðə lˈaɪt ʌv ɐfˈɛkt ˈaɪɑːn mˈeɪ ʃˈaɪn, ðə hˈɑːɹt ɪn ɪtsˈɛlf hæθ ɐ fˈaʊntɪn ʌv blˈɪs; ɪnðə wˈɜːst ðɛɹ ˈɛs sˌʌm spˈɑːɹk əvə nˈeɪtʃɚ di vˈaɪn, ænd ðə wˈaɪsɪst ænd bˈɛst tˈeɪk ðə wˈɜːld ˌæzɪtˈɪz.