text_original: I might not sleep for awe; but peaceful, tendec My soul would lie All the night long; and when the morning splen  dor Flushed o'er the sky, I think that I could smile — could calmly say, " It is his day."
text_transcription: I MIGHT NOT SLEEP FOR AWE BUT PEACEFUL TENDER MY SOUL WOULD LIE ALL THE NIGHT LONG AND WHEN THE MORNING SPLENDOUR FLUSHED OVER THE SKY I THINK THAT I COULD SMILE COULD CALMLY SAY IT IS HIS STAY
phonemes: aɪ mˌaɪt nˌɑːt slˈiːp fɔːɹ ˈɔː; bˌʌt pˈiːsfəl, tˈɛndɛk maɪ sˈoʊl wʊd lˈaɪ ˈɔːl ðə nˈaɪt lˈɔŋ; ænd wɛn ðə mˈɔːɹnɪŋ splˈɛn dˈɔːɹ flˈʌʃt ˈɔːɹ ðə skˈaɪ, aɪ θˈɪŋk ðæt aɪ kʊd smˈaɪl — kʊd kˈɑːmli sˈeɪ, " ɪɾ ɪz hɪz dˈeɪ."