text_original: The white dawn follows the darkness; out of the years' decay Shineth the golden fire that gildeth the autumn with light; From another's sin and loss, cometh this good to me, By another's fall am I raised to this blissful height.
text_transcription: THE WHITE DAWN FOLLOWS THE DARKNESS OUT OF THE YEAR'S DECAY SHINETH THE GOLDEN FIRE THAT GILDETH THE AUTUMN WITH LIGHT FROM ANOTHER'S SIN AND LOSS COMETH THIS GOOD TO ME BY ANOTHER'S FALL AM I RAISED TO THIS BLISSFUL HEIGHT
phonemes: ðə wˈaɪt dˈɔːn fˈɑːloʊz ðə dˈɑːɹknəs; ˌaʊɾəv ðə jˈɪɹz dᵻkˈeɪ ʃˈaɪnəθ ðə ɡˈoʊldən fˈaɪɚ ðæt ɡˈɪldəθ ðɪ ˈɔːɾʌm wɪð lˈaɪt; fɹʌm ɐnˈʌðɚz sˈɪn ænd lˈɔs, kˈʌməθ ðɪs ɡˈʊd tə mˌiː, baɪ ɐnˈʌðɚz fˈɔːl æm aɪ ɹˈeɪzd tə ðɪs blˈɪsfəl hˈaɪt.