text_original: all thy works are lessons,  each contains Some emblem of man's all containing soul; Shall he make fruitless all thy glorious pains, Delving within thy grace an eyeless mole? Make me the least of thy Dodona grove, Cause me some message of thy truth to bring, Speak but a word through me, nor let thy love Among my boughs disdain to perch and sing.
text_transcription: ALL THY WORKS ARE LESSONS EACH CONTAINS SOME EMBLEM OF MAN'S ALL CONTAINING SOUL SHALL HE MAKE FRUITLESS ALL THY GLORIOUS PAINS DERVING WITHIN THY GRACE AN EYELESS MOLE MAKE ME THE LEAST OF THY DODONA GROVE CAUSE ME SOME MESSAGE OF THY TRUTH TO BRING SPEAK BUT A WORD THROUGH ME NOR LET THY LOVE AMONG MY BOUGHS DISDAIN TO PURGE AND SING
phonemes: ˈɔːl ðˌaɪ wˈɜːks ɑːɹ lˈɛsənz,  ˈiːtʃ kəntˈeɪnz sˌʌm ˈɛmbləm ʌv mˈænz ˈɔːl kəntˈeɪnɪŋ sˈoʊl; ʃˌæl hiː mˌeɪk fɹˈuːtləs ˈɔːl ðˌaɪ ɡlˈɔːɹiəs pˈeɪnz, dˈɛlvɪŋ wɪðˌɪn ðˌaɪ ɡɹˈeɪs ɐn ˈaɪləs mˈoʊl? mˌeɪk mˌiː ðə lˈiːst ʌv ðˌaɪ dədˈoʊnə ɡɹˈoʊv, kˈɔːz mˌiː sˌʌm mˈɛsɪdʒ ʌv ðˌaɪ tɹˈuːθ tə bɹˈɪŋ, spˈiːk bˌʌt ɐ wˈɜːd θɹˈuː mˌiː, nˈɔːɹ lˈɛt ðˌaɪ lˈʌv ɐmˌʌŋ maɪ bˈaʊz dɪsdˈeɪn tə pˈɜːtʃ ænd sˈɪŋ.