text_original: On thee my care I cast, For all their cruell spight; I set not by their hast, For thou art my delight. 138 THE HIGHER LIFE. I am not she that list My anker to let fall For every drislinge mist; My shippers substancial.
text_transcription: ON THEE MY CARE I CAST FOR ALL THEIR CRUEL SPITE I SET NOT BY THEIR HASTE FOR THOU ART MY DELIGHT I AM NOT SHE THAT LIST MY ANCHOR TO LET FALL FOR EVERY DRIZZLING MIST MY SHIPS SUBSTANTIAL
phonemes: ˌɔn ðiː maɪ kˈɛɹ aɪ kˈæst, fɔːɹ ˈɔːl ðɛɹ kɹˈuːəl spˈaɪt; aɪ sˈɛt nˌɑːt baɪ ðɛɹ hˈeɪst, fɔːɹ ðˈaʊ ˈɑːɹt maɪ dᵻlˈaɪt. wˈʌnhˈʌndɹɪd θˈɜːɾi ˈeɪt ðə hˈaɪɚ lˈaɪf. aɪɐm nˌɑːt ʃiː ðæt lˈɪst maɪ ˈæŋkɚ tə lˈɛt fˈɔːl fɔːɹ ˈɛvɹi dɹˈɪslɪndʒ mˈɪst; maɪ ʃˈɪpɚz sˈʌbstænʃəl.