text_original: Glad, when with strong, cool hand Death clasped their own, And with a strange command Hushed every moan; Glad to have finished pain, And labor wrought in vain, Blurred by Sin's deepening stain. But Love's insistent voice Bids self to flee   "Live that I may rejoice, Live on, for me!" So, for Love's cruel mind, Men fear this Rest to find, Nor know great Death is kind!
text_transcription: GLAD WHEN WITH STRONG COOL HAND DEATH CLASPED THEIR OWN AND WITH A STRANGE COMMAND HUSH'D EVERY MOAN GLAD TO HAVE FINISHED PAIN AND LABOUR WROUGHT IN VAIN BLURRED BY SIN'S DEEPENING STAIN BUT LOVE'S INSISTENT VOICE BIDS SELF TO FLEE LIVE THAT I MAY REJOICE LIVE ON FOR ME SO FOR LOVE'S CRUEL MIND MAN FEARED HIS REST TO FIND NOR NO GREAT DEATH IS KIND
phonemes: ɡlˈæd, wˌɛn wɪð stɹˈɔŋ, kˈuːl hˈænd dˈɛθ klˈæspt ðɛɹ ˈoʊn, ænd wɪð ɐ stɹˈeɪndʒ kəmˈænd hˈʌʃt ˈɛvɹi mˈoʊn; ɡlˈæd tə hæv fˈɪnɪʃt pˈeɪn, ænd lˈeɪbɚ ɹˈɔːt ɪn vˈeɪn, blˈɜːd baɪ sˈɪnz dˈiːpənɪŋ stˈeɪn. bˌʌt lˈʌvz ɪnsˈɪstənt vˈɔɪs bˈɪdz sˈɛlf tə flˈiː   "lˈaɪv ðæt aɪ mˈeɪ ɹᵻdʒˈɔɪs, lˈaɪv ˈɔn, fɔːɹ mˌiː!" sˈoʊ, fɔːɹ lˈʌvz kɹˈuːəl mˈaɪnd, mˈɛn fˈɪɹ ðɪs ɹˈɛst tə fˈaɪnd, nˈɔːɹ nˈoʊ ɡɹˈeɪt dˈɛθ ɪz kˈaɪnd!