text_original: From task so high My muse with trembling shrinks. If e'er a wreath Should decorate her brow, 'twill twine 'mong themes Of lowly sort. Be hers the touch that thrills Heart's deepest chords. Be hers the light that beams From Nature's restful face,  the love that fills The Home with flowers of Eden's chastened bloom. And surely this love reared memorial pile To sacred dust enshrined in Indian Tomb A theme congenial yields.
text_transcription: FROM TASKS SO HIGH MY MUSE WITH TREMBLING SHRINKS IF EVER A WREATH SHOULD DECORATE HER BROW TWILL TWINE AMONG THEMES OF LOWLY SORT BE HERS THE TOUCH THAT THRILLS HEART'S DEEPEST CHORDS BE HER'S THE LIGHT THAT BEAMS FROM NATURE'S RESTFUL FACE THE LOVE THAT FILLS THE HOME WITH FLOWERS OF EDEN'S CHASTE IN BLOOM AND SURELY THIS LOVE REARED MEMORIAL PILE TO SACRED DUST ENSHRINED IN INDIAN TOMB A THEME CONGENIAL YIELDS
phonemes: fɹʌm tˈæsk sˌoʊ hˈaɪ maɪ mjˈuːz wɪð tɹˈɛmblɪŋ ʃɹˈɪŋks. ɪf ˈɛɹ ɐ ɹˈiːθ ʃˌʊd dˈɛkɚɹˌeɪt hɜː bɹˈaʊ, twˈɪl twˈaɪn mˈɔŋɡ θˈiːmz ʌv lˈoʊli sˈɔːɹt. biː hɜːz ðə tˈʌtʃ ðæt θɹˈɪlz hˈɑːɹts dˈiːpɪst kˈɔːɹdz. biː hɜːz ðə lˈaɪt ðæt bˈiːmz fɹʌm nˈeɪtʃɚz ɹˈɛstfəl fˈeɪs,  ðə lˈʌv ðæt fˈɪlz ðə hˈoʊm wɪð flˈaʊɚz ʌv ˈiːdənz tʃˈeɪsənd blˈuːm. ænd ʃˈʊɹli ðɪs lˈʌv ɹˈɪɹd məmˈɔːɹɪəl pˈaɪl tə sˈeɪkɹɪd dˈʌst ɛnʃɹˈaɪnd ɪn ˈɪndiən tˈuːm ɐ θˈiːm kəndʒˈiːnɪəl jˈiːldz.