text_original: 27 Who wishes all the while to trace The mother in his future face; But 't is to her aloue uprise His waking arms; to her those eyes Open with joy and not surprise.
text_transcription: WHO WISHES ALL THE WHILE TO TRACE THE MOTHER IN HIS FUTURE FACE BUT THIS TO HER ALONE UPRISE HIS WAKING ARMS TO HER THOSE EYES OPEN WITH JOY AND NOT SURPRISE
phonemes: twˈɛnti sˈɛvən hˌuː wˈɪʃᵻz ˈɔːl ðə wˈaɪl tə tɹˈeɪs ðə mˈʌðɚɹ ɪn hɪz fjˈuːtʃɚ fˈeɪs; bˌʌt tˈiː ɪz tə hɜːɹ ɐlˈaʊ ˈʌpɹaɪz hɪz wˈeɪkɪŋ ˈɑːɹmz; tə hɜː ðoʊz ˈaɪz ˈoʊpən wɪð dʒˈɔɪ ænd nˌɑːt sɚpɹˈaɪz.