text_original: To tell night's mid hour tolls no startled bell; Only thy voice is heard, brave sentinel, Who, like the ancient watchman on the towers, Calls forth the hours, And to the wistful questioners, who see No gleam through pain's long vigil, dost foretell "The morning cometh," oft and cheerily.
text_transcription: TO TELL NIGHT'S MID HOUR TOLDS NO STARTLED BELL ONLY THY VOICE IS HEARD BRAVE SENTINEL WHO LIKE THE ANCIENT WATCHMAN ON THE TOWERS CALLS FORTH THE HOURS AND TO THE WISTFUL QUESTIONERS WHO SEE NO GLEAM THROUGH PAIN'S LONG VIGIL DOST FORETELL THE MORNING COMETH OFT AND CHEERILY
phonemes: tə tˈɛl nˈaɪts mˈɪd ˈaʊɚ tˈoʊlz nˈoʊ stˈɑːɹɾəld bˈɛl; ˈoʊnli ðˌaɪ vˈɔɪs ɪz hˈɜːd, bɹˈeɪv sˈɛntɪnəl, hˈuː, lˈaɪk ðɪ ˈeɪntʃənt wˈɑːtʃmən ɔnðə tˈaʊɚz, kˈɔːlz fˈɔːɹθ ðɪ ˈaʊɚz, ænd tə ðə wˈɪstfəl kwˈɛstʃənɚz, hˌuː sˈiː nˈoʊ ɡlˈiːm θɹuː pˈeɪnz lˈɔŋ vˈɪdʒɪl, dˈɑːst fɔːɹtˈɛl "ðə mˈɔːɹnɪŋ kˈʌməθ," ˈɔft ænd tʃˈɪɹili.