text_original: Early amid the dew, And morning mists his feet The fields and pastures knew, And garden blossoms sweet, The waste and wild lands grew Golden with sun kissed wheat, And roses and pinks and rue Sprang up his hands to greet.
text_transcription: EARLY AMID THE DEW AND MORNING MISTS HIS FEET THE FIELDS AND PASTURES NEW AND GARDEN BLOSSOMS SWEET THE WASTE AND WILD LANDS GREW GOLDEN WITH SUN KISSED WHEAT AND ROSES AND PINKS AND RHUE SPRANG UP HIS HANDS TO GREET
phonemes: ˈɜːli ɐmˈɪd ðə dˈuː, ænd mˈɔːɹnɪŋ mˈɪsts hɪz fˈiːt ðə fˈiːldz ænd pˈæstʃɚz nˈuː, ænd ɡˈɑːɹdən blˈɔsəmz swˈiːt, ðə wˈeɪst ænd wˈaɪld lˈændz ɡɹˈuː ɡˈoʊldən wɪð sˈʌn kˈɪst wˈiːt, ænd ɹˈoʊzᵻz ænd pˈɪŋks ænd ɹˈuː spɹˈæŋ ˌʌp hɪz hˈændz tə ɡɹˈiːt.