text_original: Thy native Beauty re assume, Prune each neglected Plume, Till more than Silver white, Then burnisht Gold more bright, Thus ever ready stand to take thy Eternal Flight.
text_transcription: THY NATIVE BEAUTY REASSUME PRUNE EACH NEGLECTED PLUME TILL MORE THAN SILVER WHITE THEN BURNISH'D GOLD MORE BRIGHT THUS EVER READY STAND TO TAKE THY ETERNAL FLIGHT
phonemes: ðˌaɪ nˈeɪɾɪv bjˈuːɾi ɹˌiː ɐsˈuːm, pɹˈuːn ˈiːtʃ nᵻɡlˈɛktᵻd plˈuːm, tˈɪl mˈɔːɹ ðɐn sˈɪlvɚ wˈaɪt, ðˈɛn bˈɜːnɪʃt ɡˈoʊld mˈɔːɹ bɹˈaɪt, ðˈʌs ˈɛvɚ ɹˈɛdi stˈænd tə tˈeɪk ðˌaɪ ɪtˈɜːnəl flˈaɪt.