text_original: For envy that we may recall, And for our faith before the fall. May we who are alive be slow To tell what we shall never know. For penance he would not confess. And for the fateful emptiness Of early triumph undermined, May we now venture to be kind.
text_transcription: FOR ENVY THAT WE MAY RECALL AND FOR OUR FAITH BEFORE THE FALL MAY WE WHO OUR LIFE BE SLOW TO TELL WHAT WE SHALL NEVER KNOW FOR PENANCE HE WOULD NOT CONFESS AND FOR THE FATEFUL EMPTINESS OF EARLY TRIUMPH UNDER MIND MAY WE NOW VENTURE TO BE KIND
phonemes: fɔːɹ ˈɛnvi ðæt wiː mˈeɪ ɹᵻkˈɔːl, ænd fɔːɹ ˌaʊɚ fˈeɪθ bᵻfˌɔːɹ ðə fˈɔːl. mˈeɪ wiː hˌuː ɑːɹ ɐlˈaɪv biː slˈoʊ tə tˈɛl wʌt wiːʃˌɐl nˈɛvɚ nˈoʊ. fɔːɹ pˈɛnəns hiː wʊd nˌɑːt kənfˈɛs. ænd fɚðə fˈeɪtfəl ˈɛmptinəs ʌv ˈɜːli tɹˈaɪʌmf ˌʌndɚmˈaɪnd, mˈeɪ wiː nˈaʊ vˈɛntʃɚ təbi kˈaɪnd.