text_original: For now, methinks, that record's page reveals A long dark roll of follies, faults, and crimes Before His eye, whose love in vain appeals To hearts ingrate; whose goodness glads our times, And spreads with genial gifts the wide earth's varied climes.
text_transcription: FOR NOW METHINKS THAT RECORD'S PAGE REVEALS A LONG DARK ROLL OF FOLLIES FAULTS AND CRIMES BEFORE HIS EYES WHOSE LOVE IN VAIN APPEALS TO HEARTS INGRATE WHOSE GOODNESS GLADS OUR TIMES AND SPREADS WITH GENIAL GIFTS THE WHITE EARTH'S VARIED CLIMES
phonemes: fɔːɹ nˈaʊ, miːθˈɪŋks, ðæt ɹˈɛkɚdz pˈeɪdʒ ɹᵻvˈiːlz ɐ lˈɔŋ dˈɑːɹk ɹˈoʊl ʌv fˈɑːliz, fˈɔlts, ænd kɹˈaɪmz bᵻfˌɔːɹ hɪz ˈaɪ, hˌuːz lˈʌv ɪn vˈeɪn ɐpˈiːlz tə hˈɑːɹts ɪŋɡɹˈeɪt; hˌuːz ɡˈʊdnəs ɡlˈædz ˌaʊɚ tˈaɪmz, ænd spɹˈɛdz wɪð dʒˈiːnɪəl ɡˈɪfts ðə wˈaɪd ˈɜːθz vˈɛɹid klˈaɪmz.