text_original: Farewell the visioned scenes of home! That cry is " Help," where no help can come; For the White Squall rides on the surging wave, And the bark is 'gulfed in an ocean grave.
text_transcription: FAREWELL THE VISION SCENES OF HOME THAT CRY IS HELP WHERE NO HELP CAN COME FOR THE WHITE SQUALL RIDES ON THE SURGING WAVE AND THE BARK IS SCULFED IN AN OCEAN GRAVE
phonemes: fɛɹwˈɛl ðə vˈɪʒənd sˈiːnz ʌv hˈoʊm! ðæt kɹˈaɪ ɪz " hˈɛlp," wˌɛɹ nˈoʊ hˈɛlp kæn kˈʌm; fɚðə wˈaɪt skwˈɑːl ɹˈaɪdz ɔnðə sˈɜːdʒɪŋ wˈeɪv, ænd ðə bˈɑːɹk ɪz ɡˈʌlft ɪn ɐn ˈoʊʃən ɡɹˈeɪv.