text_original: It stood like a lion at the gateway, and for some minutes we gazed at it in terror from Powell's Valley below. How many thousands have looked at it with sinking hearts! How many weaklings has its frown turned back!
text_transcription: IT STOOD LIKE A LION AT THE GATEWAY AND FOR SOME MINUTES WE GAZED AT IT IN TERROR FROM OWELL'S VALLEY BELOW HOW MANY THOUSANDS HAVE LOOKED AT IT WITH SINKING HEARTS HOW MANY WEAKLINGS HAS ITS FROWN TURNED BACK
phonemes: ɪt stˈʊd lˈaɪk ɐ lˈaɪən æt ðə ɡˈeɪtweɪ, ænd fɔːɹ sˌʌm mˈɪnɪts wiː ɡˈeɪzd æɾ ɪɾ ɪn tˈɛɹɚ fɹʌm pˈaʊɛlz vˈæli bᵻlˈoʊ. hˌaʊ mˈɛni θˈaʊzəndz hæv lˈʊkt æɾ ɪt wɪð sˈɪŋkɪŋ hˈɑːɹts! hˌaʊ mˈɛni wˈiːklɪŋz hɐz ɪts fɹˈaʊn tˈɜːnd bˈæk!