text_original: 'tis meet Your cherub voices fresh and sweet Should rise to heaven in welcome cheers; For when in your maturer years The seed 'tis his blest work to sow Shall spring up round you  with you grow, And cover like some sheltering tree Your future, happier destiny.
text_transcription: TIS MEET YOUR CHERUB VOICES FRESH AND SWEET SHOULD RISE TO HEAVEN IN WELCOME CHEERS FOR WHEN IN YOUR MATURER YEARS THE SEED TIS HIS BEST WORK TO SEW SHALL SPRING UP ROUND YOU WITH YOU GROW AND COVER LIKE SOME SHELTERING TREE YOUR FUTURE HAPPIER DESTINY
phonemes: tˈɪz mˈiːt jʊɹ tʃˈɛɹʌb vˈɔɪsᵻz fɹˈɛʃ ænd swˈiːt ʃˌʊd ɹˈaɪz tə hˈɛvən ɪn wˈɛlkʌm tʃˈɪɹz; fɔːɹ wɛn ɪn jʊɹ mətʃˈʊɹɹɚ jˈɪɹz ðə sˈiːd tˈɪz hɪz blˈɛst wˈɜːk tə sˈoʊ ʃˌæl spɹˈɪŋ ˌʌp ɹˈaʊnd juː wɪð juː ɡɹˈoʊ, ænd kˈʌvɚ lˈaɪk sˌʌm ʃˈɛltɚɹɪŋ tɹˈiː jʊɹ fjˈuːtʃɚ, hˈæpɪɚ dˈɛstɪni.