text_original: Who could have thought such darkness lay con  cealed Within thy beams, O Sun ! or who could find, Whilst fly and leaf and insect stood revealed, That to such countless orbs thou mad'st us blind! Why do we then shun death with anxious strife ! If light can thus deceive, wherefore not life?
text_transcription: WHO COULD HAVE THOUGHT SUCH DARKNESS LAY CONCEALED WITHIN THY BEAMS O SUN OR WHO COULD FIND WHILST FLY AND LEAF AND INSECT STOOD REVEALED THAT TO SUCH COUNTLESS ORBS THOU MADEST US BLIND WHY DO WE THEN SHUN DEATH WITH ANXIOUS STRIFE IF LIGHT CAN THUS DECEIVE WHEREFORE NOT LIFE
phonemes: hˌuː kˌʊdɐv θˈɔːt sˈʌtʃ dˈɑːɹknəs lˈeɪ kˈɑːn sˈiːld wɪðˌɪn ðˌaɪ bˈiːmz, ˈoʊ sˈʌn ! ɔːɹ hˌuː kʊd fˈaɪnd, wˌaɪlst flˈaɪ ænd lˈiːf ænd ˈɪnsɛkt stˈʊd ɹᵻvˈiːld, ðæt tə sˈʌtʃ kˈaʊntləs ˈɔːɹbz ðˈaʊ mˈædst ˌʌs blˈaɪnd! wˌaɪ dˈuː wiː ðˈɛn ʃˈʌn dˈɛθ wɪð ˈæŋʃəs stɹˈaɪf ! ɪf lˈaɪt kæn ðˈʌs dᵻsˈiːv, wˈɛɹfɔːɹ nˌɑːt lˈaɪf?