text_original: VIII Kind star, still may'st thou shed thy sacred influence here, Or from thy private peaceful orb appear; For, sure, we want some guide from Heaven, to show The way which every wand'ring fool below Pretends so perfectly to know; And which, for aught I see, and much I fear, The world has wholly miss'd; I mean the way which leads to Christ: Mistaken idiots!
text_transcription: KIND STAR STILL MAYST THOU SHED THY SACRED INFLUENCE HERE OR FROM THY PRIVATE PEACEFUL ORB APPEAR FOR SURE WE WANT SOME GUIDE FROM HEAVEN TO SHOW THE WAY WHICH EVERY WANDERING FOOL BELOW PRETENDS SO PERFECTLY TO KNOW AND WHICH FOR AUGHT I SEE AND MUCH I FEAR THE WORLD HAS WHOLLY MISSED I MEAN THE WAY WHICH LEADS TO CHRIST MISTAKEN IDIOTS
phonemes: ɹˌoʊmən ˈeɪt kˈaɪnd stˈɑːɹ, stˈɪl mˈeɪst ðˈaʊ ʃˈɛd ðˌaɪ sˈeɪkɹɪd ˈɪnfluːəns hˈɪɹ, ɔːɹ fɹʌm ðˌaɪ pɹˈaɪvət pˈiːsfəl ˈɔːɹb ɐpˈɪɹ; fɔːɹ, ʃˈʊɹ, wiː wˈɔnt sˌʌm ɡˈaɪd fɹʌm hˈɛvən, tə ʃˈoʊ ðə wˈeɪ wˌɪtʃ ˈɛvɹi wˈɔndɹɪŋ fˈuːl bᵻlˌoʊ pɹɪtˈɛndz sˌoʊ pˈɜːfɛktli tə nˈoʊ; ænd wˈɪtʃ, fɔːɹ ˈɔːt aɪ sˈiː, ænd mˈʌtʃ aɪ fˈɪɹ, ðə wˈɜːld hɐz hˈoʊli mˈɪsd; aɪ mˈiːn ðə wˈeɪ wˌɪtʃ lˈiːdz tə kɹˈaɪst: mɪstˈeɪkən ˈɪdɪəts!