text_original: How high, O Art, the ministry thou hast! Behold! the magic of thy chosen one Has called their shades from Lethe to the sun, And ghosts of gods from heavens that could not last.
text_transcription: HOW HIGH O ART THE MINISTRY THOU HAST BEHOLD THE MAGIC OF THY CHOSEN ONE HAS CALLED THEIR SHADES FROM LEATHY TO THE SUN AND GHOSTS OF GODS FROM HEAVENS THAT COULD NOT LAST
phonemes: hˌaʊ hˈaɪ, ˈoʊ ˈɑːɹt, ðə mˈɪnɪstɹi ðˈaʊ hˈeɪst! bᵻhˈoʊld! ðə mˈædʒɪk ʌv ðˌaɪ tʃˈoʊzən wˈʌn hɐz kˈɔːld ðɛɹ ʃˈeɪdz fɹʌm lˈɛð tə ðə sˈʌn, ænd ɡˈoʊsts ʌv ɡˈɑːdz fɹʌm hˈɛvənz ðæt kʊd nˌɑːt lˈæst.