text_original: Now Heaven repairs thy rural seat, And woods thy welcome sin . Whal Mm  the daisy decks the green, Thy certain voice we bear. Hast thou a star t<> guide Hi} path, Or mark the polling year?
text_transcription: NOW HEAVEN REPAIRS THY RURAL SEAT AND WOULDST THY WELCOME SING WHAT TIME THE DAISY DECKS THE GREEN THY CERTAIN VOICE WE HEAR HAST THOU A STAR TO GUIDE THY PATH OR MARK THE ROLLING YEAR
phonemes: nˈaʊ hˈɛvən ɹᵻpˈɛɹz ðˌaɪ ɹˈʊɹɹəl sˈiːt, ænd wˈʊdz ðˌaɪ wˈɛlkʌm sˈɪn . wˈæl ˌɛmˈɛm ðə dˈeɪzi dˈɛks ðə ɡɹˈiːn, ðˌaɪ sˈɜːʔn̩ vˈɔɪs wiː bˈɛɹ. hˈeɪst ðˈaʊ ɐ stˈɑːɹ tˈiː ɡˈaɪd hˈaɪ} pˈæθ, ɔːɹ mˈɑːɹk ðə pˈoʊlɪŋ jˈɪɹ?