text_original: Man needs no arbitrary hand To keep him in control; He feels the power grow hour by hour Of his expanding soul: In God's stupendous scheme of worlds He knows he has a place; He is no slave to cringe, and crave Some worthless monarch's grace.
text_transcription: MAN NEEDS NO ARBITRARY HAND TO KEEP HIM IN CONTROL HE FEELS THE POWER GROW HOUR BY HOUR OF HIS EXPANDING SOUL IN GOD'S STUPENDOUS SCHEME OF WORLDS HE KNOWS HE HAS A PLACE HE IS NO SLAVE TO CRINGE AND CRAVE SOME WORTHLESS MONARCH'S GRACE
phonemes: mˈæn nˈiːdz nˈoʊ ˈɑːɹbɪtɹˌɛɹi hˈænd tə kˈiːp hˌɪm ɪn kəntɹˈoʊl; hiː fˈiːlz ðə pˈaʊɚ ɡɹˈoʊ ˈaʊɚ baɪ ˈaʊɚɹ ʌv hɪz ɛkspˈændɪŋ sˈoʊl: ɪn ɡˈɑːdz stuːpˈɛndəs skˈiːm ʌv wˈɜːldz hiː nˈoʊz hiː hɐz ɐ plˈeɪs; hiː ɪz nˈoʊ slˈeɪv tə kɹˈɪndʒ, ænd kɹˈeɪv sˌʌm wˈɜːθləs mˈɑːnɚks ɡɹˈeɪs.