text_original: His lowing herds have perished from the land, Or haply o'er his fields a blight has trod; Still, _he_ can trusting say, "My Father holds the rod."
text_transcription: HIS SLOWING HERDS HAVE PERISHED FROM THE LAND OR HAPLY OVER HIS FIELDS A BLIGHT HAS TROD STILL HE CAN TRUSTING SAY MY FATHER HOLDS THE ROD
phonemes: hɪz lˈoʊɪŋ hˈɜːdz hæv pˈɛɹɪʃt fɹʌmðə lˈænd, ɔːɹ hˈæpli ˈɔːɹ hɪz fˈiːldz ɐ blˈaɪt hɐz tɹˈɑːd; stˈɪl, hiː kæn tɹˈʌstɪŋ sˈeɪ, "maɪ fˈɑːðɚ hˈoʊldz ðə ɹˈɑːd."