text_original: I listen long To his domestic hum, and think I hear The sound of that advancing multitude Which soon shall fill these deserts. From the ground Comes up the laugh of children, the soft voice Of maidens, and the sweet and solemn hymn Of Sabbath worshippers.
text_transcription: I LISTEN LONG TO HIS DOMESTIC HUM AND THINK I HEAR THE SOUND OF THAT ADVANCING MULTITUDE WHICH SOON SHALL FILL THESE DESERTS FROM THE GROUND COMES UP THE LAUGH OF CHILDREN THE SOFT VOICE OF MAIDENS AND THE SWEET AND SOLEMN HYMN OF SABBATH WORSHIPERS
phonemes: aɪ lˈɪsən lˈɔŋ tə hɪz dəmˈɛstɪk hˈʌm, ænd θˈɪŋk aɪ hˈɪɹ ðə sˈaʊnd ʌv ðæt ɐdvˈænsɪŋ mˈʌltɪtˌuːd wˌɪtʃ sˈuːn ʃˌæl fˈɪl ðiːz dˈɛzɚts. fɹʌmðə ɡɹˈaʊnd kˈʌmz ˌʌp ðə lˈæf ʌv tʃˈɪldɹən, ðə sˈɔft vˈɔɪs ʌv mˈeɪdənz, ænd ðə swˈiːt ænd sˈɑːləm hˈɪm ʌv sˈæbəθ wˈɜːʃɪpɚz.