text_original: And from this care, where dreams and sorrows reign, Lead me above, Where light, joy, leisure, and true comforts move Without all pain: There, hid in thee, show me his life again At whose dumb urn Thus all the year I mourn.
text_transcription: AND FROM THIS CARE WHERE DREAMS AND SORROWS REIGN LEAD ME ABOVE WHERE LIGHT JOY LEISURE AND TRUE COMFORTS MOVE WITHOUT ALL PAIN THERE HID IN THEE SHOW ME HIS LIFE AGAIN AT WHOSE DUMB URN THUS ALL THE YEAR UNMOORN
phonemes: ænd fɹʌm ðɪs kˈɛɹ, wˌɛɹ dɹˈiːmz ænd sˈɑːɹoʊz ɹˈeɪn, lˈiːd mˌiː əbˈʌv, wˌɛɹ lˈaɪt, dʒˈɔɪ, lˈiːʒɚ, ænd tɹˈuː kˈʌmfɚts mˈuːv wɪðˌaʊt ˈɔːl pˈeɪn: ðˈɛɹ, hˈɪd ɪn ðˈiː, ʃˈoʊ mˌiː hɪz lˈaɪf ɐɡˈɛn æt hˌuːz dˈʌm ˈɜːn ðˈʌs ˈɔːl ðə jˈɪɹ aɪ mˈɔːɹn.