text_original: What wars, what martyrdoms, what crimes, may come, Thou knowest not, nor I; but God will lead The prodigal soul from want and sorrow home, And Eden ope her gates to Adam's seed.
text_transcription: WHAT WARS WHAT MARTYRDOMS WHAT CRIMES MAY COME THOU KNOWEST NOT NOR I BUT GOD WILL LEAD THE PRODIGAL SOUL FROM WANT AND SORROW HOME AND EDEN OPEN GATES TO ADAM'S SEAT
phonemes: wˌʌt wˈɔːɹz, wˌʌt mˈɑːɹɾɚdəmz, wˌʌt kɹˈaɪmz, mˈeɪ kˈʌm, ðˈaʊ nˈoʊɪst nˈɑːt, nˈɔːɹ ˈaɪ; bˌʌt ɡˈɑːd wɪl lˈiːd ðə pɹˈɑːdɪɡəl sˈoʊl fɹʌm wˈɔnt ænd sˈɑːɹoʊ hˈoʊm, ænd ˈiːdən ˈoʊp hɜː ɡˈeɪts tʊ ˈædəmz sˈiːd.