text_original: So answers will come to our seeking wills, Nevermore will his sad face vex your sight, For you never will make your robes so white As to stand by him on the heavenly hills.
text_transcription: SO ANSWERS WILL COME TO OUR SEEKING WILLS NEVER MORE WILL HIS SAD FACE VEX YOUR SIGHT FOR YOU NEVER WILL MAKE YOUR ROBES SO WHITE AS TO STAND BY HIM ON THE HEAVENLY HILLS
phonemes: sˌoʊ ˈænsɚz wɪl kˈʌm tʊ ˌaʊɚ sˈiːkɪŋ wˈɪlz, nˌɛvɚmˈɔːɹ wɪl hɪz sˈæd fˈeɪs vˈɛks jʊɹ sˈaɪt, fɔːɹ juː nˈɛvɚ wɪl mˌeɪk jʊɹ ɹˈoʊbz sˌoʊ wˈaɪt æz tə stˈænd baɪ hˌɪm ɔnðə hˈɛvənli hˈɪlz.