text_original: Your robes were not all white, Your soul was not a sea Where all the crystal rivulets of God found room: But we must often to your lessons flee, Our truth with yours unite, Before we meet the holy dayspring of the doom.
text_transcription: YOUR ROBES WERE NOT ALL WHITE YOUR SOUL WAS NOT A SEA WHERE ALL THE CRYSTAL RIVULETS OF GOD FOUND ROOM BUT WE MUST OFTEN TO YOUR LESSONS FLEE OUR TRUTH WITH YEARS UNITE BEFORE WE MEET THE HOLY DAYSPRING OF THE DOOM
phonemes: jʊɹ ɹˈoʊbz wɜː nˌɑːt ˈɔːl wˈaɪt, jʊɹ sˈoʊl wʌz nˌɑːɾə sˈiː wˌɛɹ ˈɔːl ðə kɹˈɪstəl ɹˈɪvjʊlɪts ʌv ɡˈɑːd fˈaʊnd ɹˈuːm: bˌʌt wiː mˈʌst ˈɔfən tə jʊɹ lˈɛsənz flˈiː, ˌaʊɚ tɹˈuːθ wɪð jˈɔːɹz juːnˈaɪt, bᵻfˌɔːɹ wiː mˈiːt ðə hˈoʊli dˈeɪspɹɪŋ ʌvðə dˈuːm.