text_original: Some are gay feast songs, some are dirges, In some a joy with sorrow merges; One sings the shadowed woods, and one the roar Of ocean's everlasting surges, Tumbling upon the beach's hard beat floor, Or sliding backward from the shore To meet the landward waves and slowly plunge once more. O flowers of grace, I bless ye all By the dear faces ye recall!
text_transcription: SUMMER GAY FEAST SONGS SUMMER DIRGES AND SOME A JOY WITH SORROW MERGES ONE SINGS THE SHADOWED WOODS IN ONE THE ROAR OF OCEAN'S EVERLASTING SURGES TUMBLING UPON THE BEACH'S HARD BEAT FLOOR OR SLIDING BACKWARD FROM THE SHORE TO MEET THE LANDWARD WAVES AND SLOWLY PLUNGE ONCE MORE O FLOWERS OF GRACE I BLESS YE ALL BY THE DEAR FACES YE RECALL
phonemes: sˌʌm ɑːɹ ɡˈeɪ fˈiːst sˈɔŋz, sˌʌm ɑːɹ dˈɜːdʒᵻz, ɪn sˌʌm ɐ dʒˈɔɪ wɪð sˈɑːɹoʊ mˈɜːdʒᵻz; wˈʌn sˈɪŋz ðə ʃˈædoʊd wˈʊdz, ænd wˈʌn ðə ɹˈɔːɹ ʌv ˈoʊʃənz ˌɛvɚlˈæstɪŋ sˈɜːdʒᵻz, tˈʌmblɪŋ əpˌɑːn ðə bˈiːtʃɪz hˈɑːɹd bˈiːt flˈɔːɹ, ɔːɹ slˈaɪdɪŋ bˈækwɚd fɹʌmðə ʃˈɔːɹ tə mˈiːt ðə lˈændwɚd wˈeɪvz ænd slˈoʊli plˈʌndʒ wˈʌns mˈɔːɹ. ˈoʊ flˈaʊɚz ʌv ɡɹˈeɪs, aɪ blˈɛs jiː ˈɔːl baɪ ðə dˈɪɹ fˈeɪsᵻz jiː ɹˈiːkɔːl!