text_original: O thou whose spirit did at first inflame And warm the dead! And by a sacred incubation fed With life this frame, Which once had neither being, form, nor name! Grant I may so Thy steps track here below, That in these masks and shadows I may see Thy sacred way; And by those hid ascents climb to that day Which breaks from thee, Who art in all things, though invisibly: Show me thy peace, Thy mercy, love, and ease.
text_transcription: O THOU WHOSE SPIRIT DID AT FIRST INFLAME AND WARM THE DEAD AND BY A SACRED INCUBATION FED WITH LIFE THIS FRAME WHICH ONCE HAD NEITHER BEING FORM NOR NAME GRANT I MAY SO THY STEPS TRACK HERE BELOW THAT IN THESE MASKS AND SHADOWS I MAY SEE THY SACRED WAY AND BY THOSE HIDDEN SENSE CLIMB TO THAT DAY WHICH BREAKS FROM THEE WHO ART IN ALL THINGS THOUGH INVISIBLY SHOW ME THY PEACE THY MERCY LOVE AND EASE
phonemes: ˈoʊ ðˈaʊ hˌuːz spˈɪɹɪt dˈɪd æt fˈɜːst ɪnflˈeɪm ænd wˈɔːɹm ðə dˈɛd! ænd baɪ ɐ sˈeɪkɹɪd ˌɪŋkjuːbˈeɪʃən fˈɛd wɪð lˈaɪf ðɪs fɹˈeɪm, wˌɪtʃ wˈʌns hæd nˈiːðɚ bˈiːɪŋ, fˈɔːɹm, nˈɔːɹ nˈeɪm! ɡɹˈænt aɪ mˈeɪ sˌoʊ ðˌaɪ stˈɛps tɹˈæk hˈɪɹ bᵻlˈoʊ, ðæt ɪn ðiːz mˈæsks ænd ʃˈædoʊz aɪ mˈeɪ sˈiː ðˌaɪ sˈeɪkɹɪd wˈeɪ; ænd baɪ ðoʊz hˈɪd ɐsˈɛnts klˈaɪm tə ðæt dˈeɪ wˌɪtʃ bɹˈeɪks fɹʌm ðˈiː, hˌuː ˈɑːɹt ɪn ˈɔːl θˈɪŋz, ðˌoʊ ɪnvˈɪzᵻbli: ʃˈoʊ mˌiː ðˌaɪ pˈiːs, ðˌaɪ mˈɜːsi, lˈʌv, ænd ˈiːz.