text_original: Farewell, green fields and happy groves, Where flocks have took delight, Where lambs have nibbled, silent moves The feet of angels bright; Unseen, they pour blessing, And joy without ceasing, On each bud and blossom, And each sleeping bosom.
text_transcription: FAREWELL GREEN FIELDS AND HAPPY GROVES WHERE FLOCKS HAVE TOOK DELIGHT WHERE LAMPS HAVE NIBBLED SILENT MOVES THE FEET OF ANGELS BRIGHT UNSEEN THEY POUR BLESSING AND JOY WITHOUT CEASING ON EACH BUD AND BLOSSOM AND EACH SLEEPING BOSOM
phonemes: fɛɹwˈɛl, ɡɹˈiːn fˈiːldz ænd hˈæpi ɡɹˈoʊvz, wˌɛɹ flˈɑːks hæv tˈʊk dᵻlˈaɪt, wˌɛɹ lˈæmz hæv nˈɪbəld, sˈaɪlənt mˈuːvz ðə fˈiːt ʌv ˈeɪndʒəlz bɹˈaɪt; ʌnsˈiːn, ðeɪ pˈɔːɹ blˈɛsɪŋ, ænd dʒˈɔɪ wɪðˌaʊt sˈiːsɪŋ, ˌɔn ˈiːtʃ bˈʌd ænd blˈɔsəm, ænd ˈiːtʃ slˈiːpɪŋ bˈʊzəm.