text_original: Happy beyond a private Muse's fate, In pleasing all that's good among the great,[5] Where though her elder sisters crowding throng, She still is welcome with her innocent song; Whom were my Congreve blest to see and know, What poor regards would merit all below!
text_transcription: HAPPY BEYOND A PRIVATE MUSES FATE IN PLEASING ALL THAT'S GOOD AMONG THE GREAT WHERE THOUGH HER ELDER SISTER'S CROWDING THRONG SHE STILL IS WELCOME WITH HER INNOCENT SONG WHOM WERE MY CONGREVE BLEST TO SEE AND KNOW WHAT POOR REGARDS WOULD MERIT ALL BELOW
phonemes: hˈæpi bᵻjˌɔnd ɐ pɹˈaɪvət mjˈuːzᵻz fˈeɪt, ɪn plˈiːzɪŋ ˈɔːl ðæts ɡˈʊd ɐmˌʌŋ ðə ɡɹˈeɪt,[fˈaɪv] wˌɛɹ ðˌoʊ hɜːɹ ˈɛldɚ sˈɪstɚz kɹˈaʊdɪŋ θɹˈɔŋ, ʃiː stˈɪl ɪz wˈɛlkʌm wɪð hɜːɹ ˈɪnəsənt sˈɔŋ; hˈuːm wɜː maɪ kˈɑːŋɡɹɛv blˈɛst tə sˈiː ænd nˈoʊ, wˌʌt pˈʊɹ ɹᵻɡˈɑːɹdz wʊd mˈɛɹɪt ˈɔːl bᵻlˈoʊ!