text_original: Who only scans the heavens by day Their story but half reads, and mars; Let him learn how to say, "The night is full of stars!" We seek to know Thee more and more, Dear Lord, and count our sorrows blest, Since sorrow is the door Whereby Thou enterest.
text_transcription: WHO ONLY SCANS THE HEAVENS BY DAY THEIR STORY BUT HALF READS AND MARS LET HIM LEARN HOW TO SAY THE NIGHT IS FULL OF STARS WE SEEK TO KNOW THEE MORE AND MORE DEAR LORD AND COUNT OUR SORROWS BLEST SINCE SORROW IS THE DOOR WHEREBY THOU ENTEREST
phonemes: hˌuː ˈoʊnli skˈænz ðə hˈɛvənz baɪ dˈeɪ ðɛɹ stˈɔːɹi bˌʌt hˈæf ɹˈiːdz, ænd mˈɑːɹz; lˈɛt hˌɪm lˈɜːn hˌaʊ tə sˈeɪ, "ðə nˈaɪt ɪz fˈʊl ʌv stˈɑːɹz!" wiː sˈiːk tə nˈoʊ ðiː mˈɔːɹ ænd mˈɔːɹ, dˈɪɹ lˈɔːɹd, ænd kˈaʊnt ˌaʊɚ sˈɑːɹoʊz blˈɛst, sˈɪns sˈɑːɹoʊ ɪz ðə dˈɔːɹ wˈɛɹbaɪ ðˈaʊ ˈɛntɚɹɪst.