text_original: When wolves and tigers howl for prey, They pitying stand and weep; Seeking to drive their thirst away, And keep them from the sheep. But, if they rush dreadful, The angels, most heedful, Receive each mild spirit, New worlds to inherit.
text_transcription: WHEN WOLVES AND TIGERS HOWL FOR PREY THEY PITYING STAND AND WEEP SEEKING TO DRIVE THEIR THIRST AWAY AND KEEP THEM FROM THE SHEEP BUT IF THEY RUSH DREADFUL THE ANGELS MOST HEEDFUL RECEIVE EACH MILD SPIRIT NEW WORLDS TO INHERIT
phonemes: wˌɛn wˈʊlvz ænd tˈaɪɡɚz hˈaʊl fɔːɹ pɹˈeɪ, ðeɪ pˈɪɾiɪŋ stˈænd ænd wˈiːp; sˈiːkɪŋ tə dɹˈaɪv ðɛɹ θˈɜːst ɐwˈeɪ, ænd kˈiːp ðˌɛm fɹʌmðə ʃˈiːp. bˌʌt, ɪf ðeɪ ɹˈʌʃ dɹˈɛdfəl, ðɪ ˈeɪndʒəlz, mˈoʊst hˈiːdfəl, ɹᵻsˈiːv ˈiːtʃ mˈaɪld spˈɪɹɪt, nˈuː wˈɜːldz tʊ ɪnhˈɛɹɪt.