text_original: In the fair gardens of celestial peace Walketh a gardener in meekness clad; Fair are the flowers that wreathe his dewy locks, And his mysterious eyes are sweet and sad.
text_transcription: IN THE FAIR GARDENS OF CELESTIAL PEACE WALKETH A GARDENER IN MEEKNESS CLAD FAIR ARE THE FLOWERS THAT WREATH HIS DEWY LOCKS AND HIS MYSTERIOUS EYES ARE SWEET AND SAD
phonemes: ɪnðə fˈɛɹ ɡˈɑːɹdənz ʌv səlˈɛstjəl pˈiːs wˈɔːkəθ ɐ ɡˈɑːɹdənɚɹ ɪn mˈiːknəs klˈæd; fˈɛɹ ɑːɹ ðə flˈaʊɚz ðæt ɹˈiːð hɪz dˈuːi lˈɑːks, ænd hɪz mɪstˈɪɹiəs ˈaɪz ɑːɹ swˈiːt ænd sˈæd.