text_original: Descend then from your lofty seat, Behold th' attending Muses wait With us to sing your praises; Calliope now strings up her lyre, And Clio[7] Phoebus does inspire, The theme their fancy raises.
text_transcription: DESCEND THEN FROM YOUR LOFTY SATE BEHOLD THE ATTENDING MUSES WAIT WITH US TO SING YOUR PRAISES CALLIOPE NOW STRINGS UP HER LYRE AND CAIO PHOEBUS DOES INSPIRE THE THEME THEIR FANCY RAISES
phonemes: dᵻsˈɛnd ðˈɛn fɹʌm jʊɹ lˈɔfti sˈiːt, bᵻhˈoʊld tˌiːˈeɪtʃ ɐtˈɛndɪŋ mjˈuːzᵻz wˈeɪt wɪð ˌʌs tə sˈɪŋ jʊɹ pɹˈeɪzᵻz; kɐlˈaɪəpi nˈaʊ stɹˈɪŋz ˌʌp hɜː lˈaɪɚ, ænd klˈiːoʊ[sˈɛvən] fˈoʊbəs dˈʌz ɪnspˈaɪɚ, ðə θˈiːm ðɛɹ fˈænsi ɹˈeɪzᵻz.