text_original: Dear little travelers through this icy realm, Fear not the tempest shall you overwhelm; The glad spring buds within your happy song. Go, whirl about the avalanche, and be, O birds of snow, unharmed, and so teach me: Whom God doth guard is stronger than the strong.   _C. G.
text_transcription: DEAR LITTLE TRAVELLERS THROUGH THIS ICY REALM FEAR NOT THE TEMPEST SHALL YOU OVERWHELM THE GLAD SPRING BUDS WITHIN YOUR HAPPY SONG GO WHIRL ABOUT THE AVALANCHE AND BE O BIRDS OF SNOW UNHARMED AND SO TEACH ME WHOM GOD DOTH GUARD IS STRONGER THAN THE STRONG END O
phonemes: dˈɪɹ lˈɪɾəl tɹˈævəlɚz θɹuː ðɪs ˈaɪsi ɹˈɛlm, fˈɪɹ nˌɑːt ðə tˈɛmpɪst ʃˌæl juː ˌoʊvɚwˈɛlm; ðə ɡlˈæd spɹˈɪŋ bˈʌdz wɪðˌɪn jʊɹ hˈæpi sˈɔŋ. ɡˈoʊ, wˈɜːl ɐbˌaʊt ðɪ ˈævəlˌænʃ, ænd bˈiː, ˈoʊ bˈɜːdz ʌv snˈoʊ, ʌnhˈɑːɹmd, ænd sˌoʊ tˈiːtʃ mˌiː: hˈuːm ɡˈɑːd dʌθ ɡˈɑːɹd ɪz stɹˈɔŋɡɚ ðɐn ðə stɹˈɔŋ.   sˈiː. dʒˈiː.