text_original: Blow, heavenly winds, on every soul ! And stir them constantly ; Sting us and quicken us and bless, Relax not in thy urgent stress, Till out of toil and love and pain Full strength and stature we attain, And are led home by thee.
text_transcription: BLOW HEAVENLY WINDS ON EVERY SOUL AND STIR THEM CONSTANTLY STING US AND QUICKEN US AND BLESS RELAX NOT IN THY URGENT STRESS TILL OUT OF TOIL AND LOVE AND PAIN FULL STRENGTH AND STATURE WE ATTAIN AND ARE LED HOME BY THEE
phonemes: blˈoʊ, hˈɛvənli wˈɪndz, ˌɔn ˈɛvɹi sˈoʊl ! ænd stˈɜː ðˌɛm kˈɑːnstəntli ; stˈɪŋ ˌʌs ænd kwˈɪkən ˌʌs ænd blˈɛs, ɹᵻlˈæks nˌɑːt ɪn ðˌaɪ ˈɜːdʒənt stɹˈɛs, tˈɪl ˌaʊɾəv tˈɔɪl ænd lˈʌv ænd pˈeɪn fˈʊl stɹˈɛŋθ ænd stˈætʃɚ wiː ɐtˈeɪn, ænd ɑːɹ lˈɛd hˈoʊm baɪ ðˈiː.