text_original: Sent forth a piteous wail. Oh happy waves! no tyrant Can hush _your_ endless song. May ye again comingle With Bardsey's chants ere long. Then Heaven, and Earth, and Nature, In unison shall raise, One grand joy peal of gladness,— One mighty shout of praise!
text_transcription: SENT FORTH A PITEOUS WAIL O HAPPY WAVES NO TYRANT CAN HUSH YOUR ENDLESS SONG MAY YE AGAIN COMMINGLE WITH PARTS CHANCE ERE LONG THEN HEAVEN AND EARTH AND NATURE IN UNISON SHALL RAISE ONE GRAND JOY PEAL OF GLADNESS ONE MIGHTY SHOUT OF PRAISE
phonemes: sˈɛnt fˈɔːɹθ ɐ pˈɪɾiəs wˈeɪl. ˈoʊ hˈæpi wˈeɪvz! nˈoʊ tˈaɪɹənt kæn hˈʌʃ jʊɹ ˈɛndləs sˈɔŋ. mˈeɪ jiː ɐɡˈɛn kˈʌmɪŋəl wɪð bˈɑːɹdsiz tʃˈænts ˈɛɹ lˈɔŋ. ðˈɛn hˈɛvən, ænd ˈɜːθ, ænd nˈeɪtʃɚ, ɪn jˈuːnɪsən ʃˌæl ɹˈeɪz, wˈʌn ɡɹˈænd dʒˈɔɪ pˈiːl ʌv ɡlˈædnəs,— wˈʌn mˈaɪɾi ʃˈaʊt ʌv pɹˈeɪz!