text_original: XI "How sweet it was in years far hied To start the wheels of day with trustful prayer, To lie down liegely at the eventide And feel a blest assurance he was there! XII "And who or what shall fill his place? Whither will wanderers turn distracted eyes For some fixed star to stimulate their pace Towards the goal of their enterprise?"
text_transcription: ELEVEN HOW SWEET IT WAS IN YEARS FAR HIGH TO START THE WHEELS OF DAY WITH TRUSTFUL PRAYER TO LIE DOWN LIEGELY AT THE EVENTIDE AND FEEL A BLEST ASSURANCE HE WAS THERE TWELVE AND WHO OR WHAT SHALL FILL HIS PLACE WHITHER WILL WANDERERS TURN DISTRACTED EYES FOR SOME FIXED STAR TO STIMULATE THEIR PACE TOWARDS THE GOAL OF THEIR ENTERPRISE
phonemes: ɹˌoʊmən ɪlˈɛvən "hˌaʊ swˈiːt ɪt wʌz ɪn jˈɪɹz fˈɑːɹ hˈaɪd tə stˈɑːɹt ðə wˈiːlz ʌv dˈeɪ wɪð tɹˈʌstfəl pɹˈɛɹ, tə lˈaɪ dˌaʊn lˈiːdʒli æt ðɪ ᵻvˈɛntaɪd ænd fˈiːl ɐ blˈɛst əʃˈʊɹɹəns hiː wʌz ðˈɛɹ! ɹˌoʊmən twˈɛlv "ænd hˌuː ɔːɹ wʌt ʃˌæl fˈɪl hɪz plˈeɪs? wˈɪðɚ wɪl wˈɔndɚɹɚz tˈɜːn dɪstɹˈæktᵻd ˈaɪz fɔːɹ sˌʌm fˈɪkst stˈɑːɹ tə stˈɪmjʊlˌeɪt ðɛɹ pˈeɪs təwˈɔːɹdz ðə ɡˈoʊl ʌv ðɛɹ ˈɛntɚpɹˌaɪz?"