text_original: Take thou the gift, O Earth! On Night's soft breast Lay thy tired head and sink to dreamless rest, Lulled by the music of her evening psalms.
text_transcription: TAKE THOU THE GIFT O EARTH ON NIGHT'S SOFT BREAST LAY THY TIRED HEAD AND SINK TO DREAMLESS REST LULLED BY THE MUSIC OF HER EVENING PSALMS
phonemes: tˈeɪk ðˈaʊ ðə ɡˈɪft, ˈoʊ ˈɜːθ! ˌɔn nˈaɪts sˈɔft bɹˈɛst lˈeɪ ðˌaɪ tˈaɪɚd hˈɛd ænd sˈɪŋk tə dɹˈiːmləs ɹˈɛst, lˈʌld baɪ ðə mjˈuːzɪk ʌv hɜːɹ ˈiːvnɪŋ sˈɑːmz.