text_original: The Ox hath husht his voyce and bent Trewe eyes of Pitty ore the Mow, And on his lovelie Neck, forspent, The Blessed lavs her Browe. 62 THE HIGHER LIFE. Around her feet Full Warine and Sweete His bowerie Breath doth meeklie dwell; Amen, Amen: But sore am I with Vaine Travel
text_transcription: THE OX HATH HUSHED HIS VOICE AND BENT TRUE EYES OF PITY O'ER THE MOW AND ON HIS LOVELY NECK FORE SPENT THE BLESSED LAYS HER BROW AROUND HER FEET FULL WARM AND SWEET HIS BOWERY BREATH DOES MEEKLY DWELL AMEN AMEN BUT SORE AM I WITH VAIN TRAVAIL
phonemes: ðɪ ˈɑːks hæθ hˈʌʃt hɪz vˈɔɪs ænd bˈɛnt tɹˈuː ˈaɪz ʌv pˈɪɾi ˈɔːɹ ðə mˈoʊ, ænd ˌɔn hɪz lˈʌvli nˈɛk, fɔːɹspˈɛnt, ðə blˈɛst lˈævz hɜː bɹˈaʊ. sˈɪksti tˈuː ðə hˈaɪɚ lˈaɪf. ɚɹˈaʊnd hɜː fˈiːt fˈʊl wˈɛɹiːn ænd swˈiːt hɪz bˈaʊɚɹi bɹˈɛθ dʌθ mˈiːkli dwˈɛl; ˌeɪmˈɛn, ˌeɪmˈɛn: bˌʌt sˈɔːɹ æm aɪ wɪð vˈeɪn tɹˈævəl