text_original: But oh! that form so beautiful to see Soon made its hidden sorrows known to me; Thorns lay beneath those flowers and colors fair; Sorrowing, I said, "This cross I may not bear."
text_transcription: BUT OH THAT FORM SO BEAUTIFUL TO SEE SOON MADE ITS HIDDEN SORROWS KNOWN TO ME THORNS LAY BENEATH THOSE FLOWERS AND COLORS FAIR SORROWING I SAID THIS CROSS I MAY NOT BEAR
phonemes: bˌʌt ˈoʊ! ðæt fˈɔːɹm sˌoʊ bjˈuːɾifəl tə sˈiː sˈuːn mˌeɪd ɪts hˈɪdən sˈɑːɹoʊz nˈoʊn tə mˌiː; θˈɔːɹnz lˈeɪ bᵻnˌiːθ ðoʊz flˈaʊɚz ænd kˈʌlɚz fˈɛɹ; sˈɑːɹoʊɪŋ, aɪ sˈɛd, "ðɪs kɹˈɔs aɪ mˈeɪ nˌɑːt bˈɛɹ."