text_original: Oh, the loveliest of heavens Hung tenderly o'er him, There were waves in the sunshine, And green isles before him; But a pale hand was beckoning The Huguenot on; And in blackness and ashes Behind was St. John!
text_transcription: O THE LOVELIEST OF HEAVENS HUNG TENDERLY O'ER HIM THERE WERE WAYS IN THE SUNSHINE AND GREEN KNELS BEFORE HIM BUT A PALE HAND WAS BECKONING THE HUGUENOT ON AND IN THE BLACKNESS AND ASHES BESIDE BEHIND WAS SAINT JOHN
phonemes: ˈoʊ, ðə lˈʌvliɪst ʌv hˈɛvənz hˈʌŋ tˈɛndɚli ˈɔːɹ hˌɪm, ðɛɹwˌɜː wˈeɪvz ɪnðə sˈʌnʃaɪn, ænd ɡɹˈiːn ˈaɪəlz bᵻfˈɔːɹ hˌɪm; bˌʌt ɐ pˈeɪl hˈænd wʌz bˈɛkənɪŋ ðə hjˈuːɡənˌɑːt ˈɔn; ænd ɪn blˈæknəs ænd ˈæʃᵻz bᵻhˈaɪnd wʌz sənt. dʒˈɑːn!