text_original: Thou art not idle: in thy higher sphere Thy spirit bends itself to loving tasks, And strength, to perfect what it dreamed of here Is all the crown and glory that it asks.
text_transcription: THOU ART NOT IDLE IN THY HIGHEST SPHERE THY SPIRIT BENDS ITSELF TO LOVING TASKS AND STRENGTH TO PERFECT WHAT IT DREAMED OF HERE IS ALL THE CROWN AND GLORY THAT IT ASKS
phonemes: ðˈaʊ ˈɑːɹt nˌɑːt ˈaɪdəl: ɪn ðˌaɪ hˈaɪɚ sfˈɪɹ ðˌaɪ spˈɪɹɪt bˈɛndz ɪtsˈɛlf tə lˈʌvɪŋ tˈæsks, ænd stɹˈɛŋθ, tə pɚfˈɛkt wʌt ɪt dɹˈiːmd ʌv hˈɪɹ ɪz ˈɔːl ðə kɹˈaʊn ænd ɡlˈɔːɹi ðˌɐɾɪt ˈæsks.