text_original: We turn our sad, reluctant gaze Upon the path of duty; Its barren, uninviting ways Are void of bloom and beauty.
text_transcription: WE TURN OUR SAD RELUCTANT GAZE UPON THE PATH OF DUTY ITS BARREN UNINVITING WAYS ARE VOID OF BLOOM AND BEAUTY
phonemes: wiː tˈɜːn ˌaʊɚ sˈæd, ɹᵻlˈʌktənt ɡˈeɪz əpˌɑːn ðə pˈæθ ʌv dˈuːɾi; ɪts bˈæɹən, ˌʌnɪnvˈaɪɾɪŋ wˈeɪz ɑːɹ vˈɔɪd ʌv blˈuːm ænd bjˈuːɾi.