text_original: For John shines forth as Primate Of Monkish Choirs above, On earth he dwelt in deserts, And knew no earthly love. The poor, the sad, the orphans, All love St. Mary's shrine, And venerate her Cloister, Fill'd with the Love Divine.
text_transcription: FOR JOHN SHINES FORTH AS PRIMATE OF MONKISH CHOIRS ABOVE ON EARTH HE DWELT IN DESERTS AND KNEW NO EARTHLY LOVE THE POOR THE SAD THE ORPHANS ALL LOVE SAINT MARY'S SHRINE AND VENERATE HER CLOISTER FILLED WITH THE LOVE DIVINE
phonemes: fɔːɹ dʒˈɑːn ʃˈaɪnz fˈɔːɹθ æz pɹˈaɪmeɪt ʌv mˈʌŋkɪʃ kwˈaɪɚz əbˈʌv, ˌɔn ˈɜːθ hiː dwˈɛlt ɪn dˈɛzɚts, ænd nˈuː nˈoʊ ˈɜːθli lˈʌv. ðə pˈʊɹ, ðə sˈæd, ðɪ ˈɔːɹfənz, ˈɔːl lˈʌv sənt. mˈɛɹiz ʃɹˈaɪn, ænd vˈɛnɚɹˌeɪt hɜː klˈɔɪstɚ, fˈɪld wɪððə lˈʌv dᵻvˈaɪn.