text_original: But to me heard afar it was starry music Angels' song, comforting as the comfort of Christ When he spake tenderly to his sorrowful flock: The old words came to me by the riches of time Mellow'd and transfigured as I stood on the hill Heark'ning in the aspect of th' eternal silence.
text_transcription: BUT TO ME HEARD AFAR IT WAS STARRY MUSIC ANGEL'S SONG COMFORTING AS THE COMFORT OF CHRIST WHEN HE SPAKE TENDERLY TO HIS SORROWFUL FLOCK THE OLD WORDS CAME TO ME BY THE RICHES OF TIME MELLOWED AND TRANSFIGURED AS I STOOD ON THE HILL HEARKENING IN THE ASPECT OF THE ETERNAL SILENCE
phonemes: bˌʌt tə mˌiː hˈɜːd ɐfˈɑːɹ ɪt wʌz stˈɑːɹi mjˈuːzɪk ˈeɪndʒəlz sˈɔŋ, kˈʌmfɚɾɪŋ æz ðə kˈʌmfɚt ʌv kɹˈaɪst wɛn hiː spˈeɪk tˈɛndɚli tə hɪz sˈɑːɹoʊfəl flˈɑːk: ðɪ ˈoʊld wˈɜːdz kˈeɪm tə mˌiː baɪ ðə ɹˈɪtʃᵻz ʌv tˈaɪm mˈɛloʊd ænd tɹænsfˈɪɡɚd æz aɪ stˈʊd ɔnðə hˈɪl hˈɑːɹknɪŋ ɪnðɪ ˈæspɛkt ʌv tˌiːˈeɪtʃ ɪtˈɜːnəl sˈaɪləns.