text_original: How wistfully you eye that past you never may recall, And wish, since life must end like this, you'd never lived at all. Oh! look to Him whom you despised, while 'twas your lot to live; Remember! mercy is His will; His first wish to forgive. Haste!
text_transcription: HOW WISTFULLY YOUR EYE HAS PASSED YOU NEVER MAY RECALL AND WISH SINCE LIFE MUST END LIKE THIS YOU'D NEVER LIVED AT ALL OH LOOK TO HIM WHOM YOU DESPISED WHY TWAS YOUR LOT TO LIVE REMEMBER MERCY IS HIS WILL HIS FIRST WISH TO FORGIVE HASTE
phonemes: hˌaʊ wˈɪstfəli juː ˈaɪ ðæt pˈæst juː nˈɛvɚ mˈeɪ ɹᵻkˈɔːl, ænd wˈɪʃ, sˈɪns lˈaɪf mˈʌst ˈɛnd lˈaɪk ðˈɪs, juːd nˈɛvɚ lˈɪvd æɾ ˈɔːl. ˈoʊ! lˈʊk tə hˌɪm hˈuːm juː dᵻspˈaɪzd, wˌaɪl twˈɑːz jʊɹ lˈɑːt tə lˈɪv; ɹᵻmˈɛmbɚ! mˈɜːsi ɪz hɪz wˈɪl; hɪz fˈɜːst wˈɪʃ tə fɚɡˈɪv. hˈeɪst!