text_original: Low kneel'd that good old Father while the sun began to dart; He pray'd a prayer for all men, he pray'd it from his heart. His blissful soul was in Heaven, tho' a breathing man was he; He was out of time's dominion, so far as the living may be.
text_transcription: LO KNEELED THAT GOOD OLD FATHER WHILE THE SUN BEGAN TO DART HE PRAYED A PRAYER FOR ALL MEN HE PRAYED IT FROM HIS HEART HIS BLISSFUL SOUL WAS IN HEAVEN THOUGH A BREATHING MAN WAS HE HE WAS OUT OF TIME'S DOMINION SO FAR AS THE LIVING MAY BE
phonemes: lˈoʊ nˈiːld ðæt ɡˈʊd ˈoʊld fˈɑːðɚ wˌaɪl ðə sˈʌn bɪɡˈæn tə dˈɑːɹt; hiː pɹˈeɪd ɐ pɹˈɛɹ fɔːɹ ˈɔːl mˈɛn, hiː pɹˈeɪd ɪt fɹʌm hɪz hˈɑːɹt. hɪz blˈɪsfəl sˈoʊl wʌz ɪn hˈɛvən, ðˈoʊ ɐ bɹˈiːðɪŋ mˈæn wʌz hiː; hiː wʌz ˌaʊɾəv tˈaɪmz dəmˈɪniən, sˈoʊ fˌɑːɹ æz ðə lˈɪvɪŋ mˈeɪ bˈiː.