text_original: Like the pealing of the bells When the brazen flowers are swinging And the angelus is ringing, Soaring, echoing, far and near. Through the vales and up the dells — Softly on the enraptured ear A melodious murmur swells
text_transcription: LIKE THE PEALING OF THE BELLS WHEN THE BRAZEN FLOWERS ARE SWINGING AND THE ANGELLESS IS RINGING SOARING ECHOING FAR AND NEAR THROUGH THE VALES AND UP THE DELLS SOFTLY ON THE ENRAPTURED EAR A MELODIOUS MURMUR SWELLS
phonemes: lˈaɪk ðə pˈiːlɪŋ ʌvðə bˈɛlz wɛn ðə bɹˈeɪzən flˈaʊɚz ɑːɹ swˈɪŋɪŋ ænd ðɪ ˈændʒɛləs ɪz ɹˈɪŋɪŋ, sˈɔːɹɪŋ, ˈɛkoʊɪŋ, fˈɑːɹ ænd nˈɪɹ. θɹuː ðə vˈeɪlz ænd ˌʌp ðə dˈɛlz — sˈɔftli ɔnðɪ ɛnɹˈæptʃɚd ˈɪɹ ɐ mɛlˈoʊdiəs mˈɜːmɚ swˈɛlz