text_original: The Island seem'd rejoicing, With holy joy and mirth, The Monks are going to honour St. John the Baptist's birth. For John shines forth as Primate Of Monkish Choirs above, On earth he dwelt in deserts, And knew no earthly love.
text_transcription: THE ISLANDS SEEM REJOICING WITH HOLY JOY AND MIRTH THE MONKS ARE GOING TO HONOR SAINT JOHN THE BAPTIST'S BIRTH FOR JOHN SHINES FORTH AS PRIMATE OF MONKISH CHOIRS ABOVE ON EARTH HE DWELT IN DESERTS AND KNEW NO EARTHLY LOVE
phonemes: ðɪ ˈaɪlənd sˈiːmd ɹᵻdʒˈɔɪsɪŋ, wɪð hˈoʊli dʒˈɔɪ ænd mˈɜːθ, ðə mˈʌŋks ɑːɹ ɡˌoʊɪŋ tʊ ˈɑːnɚ sənt. dʒˈɑːn ðə bˈæptɪsts bˈɜːθ. fɔːɹ dʒˈɑːn ʃˈaɪnz fˈɔːɹθ æz pɹˈaɪmeɪt ʌv mˈʌŋkɪʃ kwˈaɪɚz əbˈʌv, ˌɔn ˈɜːθ hiː dwˈɛlt ɪn dˈɛzɚts, ænd nˈuː nˈoʊ ˈɜːθli lˈʌv.