text_original: Dost thou revel in the rosy morning, When all nature hails the Lord of light, And his smile, the mountain tops adorning, Robes yon fragrant fields in radiance bright?
text_transcription: DOST THOU REVEL IN THE ROSY MORNING WHEN ALL NATURE HALES THE LORD OF LIGHT AND TIS SMILE THE MOUNTAIN TOPS ADORNING ROPES YON FRAGRANT FIELDS IN RADIANCE BRIGHT
phonemes: dˈɑːst ðˈaʊ ɹˈɛvəl ɪnðə ɹˈoʊzi mˈɔːɹnɪŋ, wˌɛn ˈɔːl nˈeɪtʃɚ hˈeɪlz ðə lˈɔːɹd ʌv lˈaɪt, ænd hɪz smˈaɪl, ðə mˈaʊntɪn tˈɑːps ɐdˈɔːɹnɪŋ, ɹˈoʊbz jˈɑːn fɹˈeɪɡɹənt fˈiːldz ɪn ɹˈeɪdiəns bɹˈaɪt?