text_original: And mingling with the echoes Of nature's own sweet praise, Which the lowing herd, and the sweet song bird, With insects hum doth raise. How peacefully, how restfully, Such sounds as these combine To soothe the weary spirit, A weary one like mine.
text_transcription: AND MINGLING WITH THE ECHOES OF NATURE'S OWN SWEET PRAISE WHICH THE LOWING HERD AND THE SWEET SONG BIRD WITH INSECT'S HUM DOST RAYS HOW PEACEFULLY HOW RESTFULLY SUCH SOUNDS AS THESE COMBINE TO SOOTHE THE WEARY SPIRIT A WEARY ONE LIKE MINE
phonemes: ænd mˈɪŋɡəlɪŋ wɪððɪ ˈɛkoʊz ʌv nˈeɪtʃɚz ˈoʊn swˈiːt pɹˈeɪz, wˌɪtʃ ðə lˈoʊɪŋ hˈɜːd, ænd ðə swˈiːt sˈɔŋ bˈɜːd, wɪð ˈɪnsɛkts hˈʌm dʌθ ɹˈeɪz. hˌaʊ pˈiːsfəli, hˌaʊ ɹˈɛstfəli, sˈʌtʃ sˈaʊndz æz ðiːz kəmbˈaɪn tə sˈuːð ðə wˈɪɹi spˈɪɹɪt, ɐ wˈɪɹi wˈʌn lˈaɪk mˈaɪn.