text_original: Downward the voices of Duty call    Downward, to toil and be mixed with the main, The dry fields burn, and the mills are to turn, And a myriad flowers mortally yearn, And the lordly main from beyond the plain Calls o'er the hills of Habersham, Calls through the valleys of Hall.
text_transcription: DOWNWARD THE VOICES OF DUTY CALL DOWNWARD TO TOIL AND BE MIXED WITH THE MAIN THE DRY FIELDS BURN AND THE MILLS ARE TO TURN AND A MYRIAD FLOWERS MORTALLY YEAR AND THE LORDLY MAIN FROM BEYOND THE PLAIN CALLS ERR THE HILLS OF HABISHAM CALLS THROUGH THE VALLEYS OF HALL
phonemes: dˈaʊnwɚd ðə vˈɔɪsᵻz ʌv dˈuːɾi kˈɔːl dˈaʊnwɚd, tə tˈɔɪl ænd biː mˈɪkst wɪððə mˈeɪn, ðə dɹˈaɪ fˈiːldz bˈɜːn, ænd ðə mˈɪlz ɑːɹ tə tˈɜːn, ænd ɐ mˈɪɹɪˌæd flˈaʊɚz mˈɔːɹɾəli jˈɜːn, ænd ðə lˈɔːɹdli mˈeɪn fɹʌm bᵻjˌɔnd ðə plˈeɪn kˈɔːlz ˈɔːɹ ðə hˈɪlz ʌv hˈæbɚʃˌæm, kˈɔːlz θɹuː ðə vˈælɪz ʌv hˈɔːl.