text_original: Yea, yet again ye come! ye come! And, like a child once more at home After long sojourning in alien climes, I lie upon my mother's breast, Feeling the blessedness of rest, And dwelling in the light of other times.
text_transcription: YEA YET AGAIN YE COME YE COME AND LIKE A CHILD ONCE MORE AT HOME AFTER LONG SOJOURNING AND ALIEN CLIMES I LIE UPON MY MOTHER'S BREAST FEELING THE BLESSEDNESS OF REST AND DWELLING IN THE LIGHT OF OTHER TIMES
phonemes: jˈeɪ, jˈɛt ɐɡˈɛn jiː kˈʌm! jiː kˈʌm! ænd, lˈaɪk ɐ tʃˈaɪld wˈʌns mˈɔːɹ æt hˈoʊm ˈæftɚ lˈɔŋ sˈoʊdʒɜːnɪŋ ɪn ˈeɪliən klˈaɪmz, aɪ lˈaɪ əpˌɑːn maɪ mˈʌðɚz bɹˈɛst, fˈiːlɪŋ ðə blˈɛstnəs ʌv ɹˈɛst, ænd dwˈɛlɪŋ ɪnðə lˈaɪt ʌv ˈʌðɚ tˈaɪmz.