text_original: The dear West beckons from afar With gold gleams in her eyes, The glinting stars familiar are High hung in clear cool skies ; We send an answering smile for smile Up to the airy dome, And welcome every weary mile So it but bring us home.
text_transcription: THE DEAR WEST BECKONS FROM AFAR WITH GOLD GLEAMS IN HER EYES THE GLINTING STARS FAMILIAR ARE HIGH HUNG IN CLEAR COOL SKIES WE SEND AN ANSWERING SMILE FOR SMILE UP TO THE AIRY DOME AND WELCOME EVERY WEARY MILE SO IT BUT BRING US
phonemes: ðə dˈɪɹ wˈɛst bˈɛkənz fɹʌm ɐfˈɑːɹ wɪð ɡˈoʊld ɡlˈiːmz ɪn hɜːɹ ˈaɪz, ðə ɡlˈɪntɪŋ stˈɑːɹz fəmˈɪlɪɹ ɑːɹ hˈaɪ hˈʌŋ ɪn klˈɪɹ kˈuːl skˈaɪz ; wiː sˈɛnd ɐn ˈænsɚɹɪŋ smˈaɪl fɔːɹ smˈaɪl ˌʌp tə ðɪ ˈɛɹi dˈoʊm, ænd wˈɛlkʌm ˈɛvɹi wˈɪɹi mˈaɪl sˌoʊ ɪt bˌʌt bɹˈɪŋ ˌʌs hˈoʊm.