text_original: To his son shall then be given, {52} Choicest blessings from High Heaven, For he shall restore to God, Through the Monks this sacred sod." Saying thus he sought repose, In the tomb whence he arose. * * * * * The Angel shewed me these things, In pictures bright and true; I woke!
text_transcription: TWAS SON SHALL THEN BE GIVEN CHOICEST BLESSINGS FROM HIGH HEAVEN FOR HE SHALL RESTORE TO GOD THROUGH THE MONGS THIS SACRED SWORD SAYING THUS HE SOUGHT REPOSE IN THE TOMB WHENCE HE AROSE THE ANGEL SHOWED ME THESE THINGS IN PICTURES BRIGHT AND TRUE I WOKE
phonemes: tə hɪz sˈʌn ʃˌæl ðˈɛn biː ɡˈɪvən, {fˈɪfti tˈuː} tʃˈɔɪsɪst blˈɛsɪŋz fɹʌm hˈaɪ hˈɛvən, fɔːɹ hiː ʃˌæl ɹᵻstˈɔːɹ tə ɡˈɑːd, θɹuː ðə mˈʌŋks ðɪs sˈeɪkɹɪd sˈɑːd." sˈeɪɪŋ ðˈʌs hiː sˈɔːt ɹᵻpˈoʊz, ɪnðə tˈuːm wˈɛns hiː ɚɹˈoʊz. ˈæstɚɹˌɪsk ˈæstɚɹˌɪsk ˈæstɚɹˌɪsk ðɪ ˈeɪndʒəl ʃˈoʊd mˌiː ðiːz θˈɪŋz, ɪn pˈɪktʃɚz bɹˈaɪt ænd tɹˈuː; aɪ wˈoʊk!