text_original: A MESSAGE I BID thee sing the song I would have sung — The high, pure strain that since my soul was born, Clearer and sweeter than the bells of morn, Through all its chambers hath divinely rung
text_transcription: SARA SILARY I BID THEE SING THE SONG I WOULD HAVE SUNG THE HIGH PURE STRAIN THAT SINCE MY SOUL WAS BORN CLEARER AND SWEETER THAN THE BELLS OF MORN THROUGH ALL ITS CHAMBERS HATH DIVINELY RUNG
phonemes: ɐ mˈɛsɪdʒ aɪ bˌiːˌaɪdˈiː ðiː sˈɪŋ ðə sˈɔŋ aɪ wʊdhɐv sˈʌŋ — ðə hˈaɪ, pjˈʊɹ stɹˈeɪn ðæt sˈɪns maɪ sˈoʊl wʌz bˈɔːɹn, klˈɪɹɚɹ ænd swˈiːɾɚ ðɐn ðə bˈɛlz ʌv mˈɔːɹn, θɹuː ˈɔːl ɪts tʃˈeɪmbɚz hæθ dᵻvˈaɪnli ɹˈʌŋ