text_original: But to the mighty West, That chosen realm of God, Where Nature reaches her hands to men, And Freedom walks abroad— Where mind is King, and fashion is naught, There shall the New World look for thought To the West, the beautiful West, She shall look, and not in vain— For out of its broad and boundless store Come muscle, and nerve, and brain.
text_transcription: BUT TO THE MIGHTY WEST THAT CHOSEN REALM OF GOD WHERE NATURE REACHES HER HANDS TO MEN AND FREEDOM WALKS ABROAD WHERE MIND IS KING AND FASHION IS NAUGHT THERE SHALL THE NEW WORLD LOOK FOR THOUGHT TO THE WEST THE BEAUTIFUL WEST SHE SHALL LOOK AND NOT IN VAIN FOR OUT OF ITS BROAD AND BOUNDLESS STORE COME MUSCLE AND NERVE AND BRAIN
phonemes: bˌʌt tə ðə mˈaɪɾi wˈɛst, ðæt tʃˈoʊzən ɹˈɛlm ʌv ɡˈɑːd, wˌɛɹ nˈeɪtʃɚ ɹˈiːtʃᵻz hɜː hˈændz tə mˈɛn, ænd fɹˈiːdəm wˈɔːks ɐbɹˈɔːd— wˌɛɹ mˈaɪnd ɪz kˈɪŋ, ænd fˈæʃən ɪz nˈɔːt, ðɛɹ ʃˌæl ðə nˈuː wˈɜːld lˈʊk fɔːɹ θˈɔːt tə ðə wˈɛst, ðə bjˈuːɾifəl wˈɛst, ʃiː ʃˌæl lˈʊk, ænd nˌɑːt ɪn vˈeɪn— fɔːɹ ˌaʊɾəv ɪts bɹˈɔːd ænd bˈaʊndləs stˈɔːɹ kˈʌm mˈʌsəl, ænd nˈɜːv, ænd bɹˈeɪn.