text_original: Up he flew, but his song, remaining, Rang like a bell in my heart all day, And silenced the voices of weak complaining, That pipe like insects along the way.
text_transcription: UP HE FLEW BUT HIS SONG REMAINING RANG LIKE A BELL IN MY HEART ALL DAY AND SILENCED THE VOICES OF WEAK COMPLAINING THAT PIPE LIKE INSECTS ALONG THE WAY
phonemes: ˌʌp hiː flˈuː, bˌʌt hɪz sˈɔŋ, ɹᵻmˈeɪnɪŋ, ɹˈæŋ lˈaɪk ɐ bˈɛl ɪn maɪ hˈɑːɹt ˈɔːl dˈeɪ, ænd sˈaɪlənst ðə vˈɔɪsᵻz ʌv wˈiːk kəmplˈeɪnɪŋ, ðæt pˈaɪp lˈaɪk ˈɪnsɛkts ɐlˈɔŋ ðə wˈeɪ.