text_original: 'Tis our hope doth fashion us To base use or glorious: He who might have been a lark Of Truth's morning, from the dark Raining down melodious hope Of a freer, broader scope, Aspirations, prophecies, Of the spirit's full sunrise, Chose to be a bird of night, Which with eyes refusing light, Hooted from some hollow tree Of the world's idolatry.
text_transcription: TIS OUR HOPE DOTH FASHION US TO BASE USE OR GLORIOUS HE WHO MIGHT HAVE BEEN A LARK OF TRUTH'S MOURNING FROM THE DARK REIGNING DOWN MELODIOUS HOPE OF A FREER BROADER SCOPE ASPIRATIONS PROPHECIES OF THE SPIRIT'S FULL SUNRISE CHOSE TO BE A BIRD OF NIGHT WHICH WITH EYES REFUSING LIGHT HOOTED FROM SOME HOLLOW TREE OF THE WORLD'S IDOLATRY
phonemes: tˈɪz ˌaʊɚ hˈoʊp dʌθ fˈæʃən ˌʌs tə bˈeɪs jˈuːs ɔːɹ ɡlˈɔːɹiəs: hiː hˌuː mˌaɪthɐv bˌɪn ɐ lˈɑːɹk ʌv tɹˈuːθz mˈɔːɹnɪŋ, fɹʌmðə dˈɑːɹk ɹˈeɪnɪŋ dˌaʊn mɛlˈoʊdiəs hˈoʊp əvə fɹˈiːɚ, bɹˈɔːdɚ skˈoʊp, ˌæspɚɹˈeɪʃənz, pɹˈɑːfəsiz, ʌvðə spˈɪɹɪts fˈʊl sˈʌnɹaɪz, tʃˈoʊz təbi ɐ bˈɜːd ʌv nˈaɪt, wˌɪtʃ wɪð ˈaɪz ɹᵻfjˈuːzɪŋ lˈaɪt, hˈuːɾᵻd fɹʌm sˌʌm hˈɑːloʊ tɹˈiː ʌvðə wˈɜːldz aɪdˈɑːlətɹi.