text_original: On the other, the sinewy advance guard of a race that knows not peace, whose goddess of liberty carries in her hand a sword. The plough might have been graven on our arms, but always the rifle.
text_transcription: ON THE OTHER THE SINEWY ADVANCE GUARD OF A RACE THAT KNOWS NO PEACE WHOSE GODDESS OF LIBERTY CARRIES IN HER HAND A SWORD THE PLOUGH MIGHT HAVE BEEN GRAVEN ON OUR ARMS BUT ALWAYS THE RIFLE
phonemes: ɔnðɪ ˈʌðɚ, ðə sˈɪnjuːi ɐdvˈæns ɡˈɑːɹd əvɚ ɹˈeɪs ðæt nˈoʊz nˌɑːt pˈiːs, hˌuːz ɡˈɑːdəs ʌv lˈɪbɚɾi kˈæɹiz ɪn hɜː hˈænd ɐ sˈɔːɹd. ðə plˈaʊ mˌaɪthɐv bˌɪn ɡɹˈeɪvən ˌɔn ˌaʊɚɹ ˈɑːɹmz, bˌʌt ˈɔːlweɪz ðə ɹˈaɪfəl.