text_original: My Angel guide was leading My spirit o'er the sea One moment—and we rested, Upon the Islet's lea. Soft gloaming filled the air, Deep peace lay all around, Hushed voices seemed to whisper, A wavelike, murmuring sound.
text_transcription: MY ANGEL GUIDE WAS LEADING MY SPIRIT OVER THE SEA ONE MOMENT AND WE RESTED UPON THE ISLET'S LEA SOFT GLOAMING FILLED THE AIR DEEP PEACE LAY ALL AROUND HUSHED VOICES SEEMED TO WHISPER A WAVE LIKE MURMURING SOUND
phonemes: maɪ ˈeɪndʒəl ɡˈaɪd wʌz lˈiːdɪŋ maɪ spˈɪɹɪt ˈɔːɹ ðə sˈiː wˈʌn mˈoʊmənt—ænd wiː ɹˈɛstᵻd, əpˌɑːn ðɪ ˈaɪlɪts lˈiː. sˈɔft ɡlˈoʊmɪŋ fˈɪld ðɪ ˈɛɹ, dˈiːp pˈiːs lˈeɪ ˈɔːl ɚɹˈaʊnd, hˈʌʃt vˈɔɪsᵻz sˈiːmd tə wˈɪspɚ, ɐ wˈeɪvlaɪk, mˈɜːmɚɹɪŋ sˈaʊnd.