text_original: With these lit shrines O'er silvered to the furtherest sea confines, The sacramental marsh, one pious plain Of worship lies. Peace to the ante reign Of Mary Morning, blissful mother mild, Minded of naught but peace and of a Child.
text_transcription: WITH THESE LIT SHRINES OVER SILVER TO THE FURTHEST SEA CONFINES THE SACRAMENTAL MARSH ONE PIOUS PLAIN OF WORSHIP LIES PEACE TO THE ANTI RAIN OF MERRY MORNING BLISSFUL MOTHER MILD MINDED OF NOUGHT BUT PEACE AND OF A CHILD
phonemes: wɪð ðiːz lˈɪt ʃɹˈaɪnz ˈɔːɹ sˈɪlvɚd tə ðə fˈɜːðɚɹɪst sˈiː kənfˈaɪnz, ðə sˌækɹəmˈɛntəl mˈɑːɹʃ, wˈʌn pˈaɪəs plˈeɪn ʌv wˈɜːʃɪp lˈaɪz. pˈiːs tə ðɪ ˈæntiː ɹˈeɪn ʌv mˈɛɹi mˈɔːɹnɪŋ, blˈɪsfəl mˈʌðɚ mˈaɪld, mˈaɪndᵻd ʌv nˈɔːt bˌʌt pˈiːs ænd əvə tʃˈaɪld.