text_original: A PILGRIM from the northern seas— What joy for me to seek alone The wondrous temple and the throne Of him who holds the awful keys! When, bright with purple and with gold Come priest and holy cardinal, And borne above the heads of all The gentle Shepherd of the Fold.
text_transcription: A PILGRIM FROM THE NORTHERN SEAS WHAT JOY FOR ME TO SEEK ALONE THE WONDROUS TEMPLE AND THE THRONE OF HIM WHO HOLDS THE AWFUL KEYS WHEN BRIGHT WITH PURPLE AND WITH GOLD COME PRIEST AND HOLY CARDINAL AND BORN ABOVE THE HEADS OF ALL THE GENTLE SHEPHERD OF THE FOLD
phonemes: ɐ pˈɪlɡɹɪm fɹʌmðə nˈɔːɹðɚn sˈiːz— wˌʌt dʒˈɔɪ fɔːɹ mˌiː tə sˈiːk ɐlˈoʊn ðə wˈʌndɹəs tˈɛmpəl ænd ðə θɹˈoʊn ʌv hˌɪm hˌuː hˈoʊldz ðɪ ˈɔːfəl kˈiːz! wˌɛn, bɹˈaɪt wɪð pˈɜːpəl ænd wɪð ɡˈoʊld kˈʌm pɹˈiːst ænd hˈoʊli kˈɑːɹdɪnəl, ænd bˈɔːɹn əbˌʌv ðə hˈɛdz ʌv ˈɔːl ðə dʒˈɛntəl ʃˈɛpɚd ʌvðə fˈoʊld.