text_original: A holy presence hovers round her there, And she, for all her mother pains more fair, Is happy, seeing that all sweet thoughts that stir The hearts of men bear worship unto her.
text_transcription: A HOLY PRESENCE HOVERS ROUND HER THERE AND SHE FOR ALL HER MOTHER PAINS MORE FAIR IS HAPPY SEEING THAT ALL SWEET THOUGHTS THAT STIR THE HEARTS OF MAN BEAR WORSHIP UNTO HER
phonemes: ɐ hˈoʊli pɹˈɛzəns hˈʌvɚz ɹˈaʊnd hɜː ðˈɛɹ, ænd ʃiː, fɔːɹ ˈɔːl hɜː mˈʌðɚ pˈeɪnz mˈɔːɹ fˈɛɹ, ɪz hˈæpi, sˈiːɪŋ ðæt ˈɔːl swˈiːt θˈɔːts ðæt stˈɜː ðə hˈɑːɹts ʌv mˈɛn bˈɛɹ wˈɜːʃɪp ˌʌntʊ hɜː.