text_original: Ah! no; ne'er will I backward turn: Thine wholly, thine alone I am. Thrice happy he who views with scorn Earth's toys, for thee his constant flame. Oh! help, that I may never move From the blest footsteps of thy love.
text_transcription: AH NO NEVER WILL I BACKWARD TURN THINE HOLY THINE ALONE I AM THRICE HAPPY HE WHO VIEWS WITH SCORN EARTH'S TOYS FOR THEE HIS CONSTANT FLAME O HELP THAT I MAY NEVER MOVE FROM THE BLESSED FOOTSTEPS OF THY LOVE
phonemes: ˈɑː! nˈoʊ; nˈɛɹ wɪl aɪ bˈækwɚd tˈɜːn: ðaɪn hˈoʊli, ðaɪn ɐlˈoʊn aɪˈæm. θɹˈaɪs hˈæpi hiː hˌuː vjˈuːz wɪð skˈɔːɹn ˈɜːθz tˈɔɪz, fɔːɹ ðiː hɪz kˈɑːnstənt flˈeɪm. ˈoʊ! hˈɛlp, ðæt aɪ mˈeɪ nˈɛvɚ mˈuːv fɹʌmðə blˈɛst fˈʊtstɛps ʌv ðˌaɪ lˈʌv.