text_original: I from my memory have effaced All former joys, all kindred, friends; All honors that my station graced I hold but snares that fortune sends: Hence! joys by Christ at distance cast, That we may be his own at last!
text_transcription: I FROM MY MEMORY HAVE EFFACED ALL FORMER JOYS ALL KINDRED FRIENDS ALL HONOURS THAT MY STATION GRACED I HOLD BUT SNARES THAT FORTUNE SENDS HENCE JOYCE BY CHRIST AT DISTANCE CAST THAT WE MAY BE HIS OWN AT LAST
phonemes: aɪ fɹʌm maɪ mˈɛmɚɹi hæv ɪfˈeɪst ˈɔːl fˈɔːɹmɚ dʒˈɔɪz, ˈɔːl kˈɪndɹɪd, fɹˈɛndz; ˈɔːl ˈɑːnɚz ðæt maɪ stˈeɪʃən ɡɹˈeɪst aɪ hˈoʊld bˌʌt snˈɛɹz ðæt fˈɔːɹtʃʊn sˈɛndz: hˈɛns! dʒˈɔɪz baɪ kɹˈaɪst æt dˈɪstəns kˈæst, ðæt wiː mˈeɪ biː hɪz ˈoʊn æt lˈæst!