text_original: There is no noble height thou canst not climb. All triumphs may be thine in Time's futurity, If whatso'er thy fault, thou dost not faint or halt, But lean upon the staff of God's security.
text_transcription: THERE IS NO NOBLE HEIGHT THOU CANST NOT CLIMB ALL TRIUMPHS MAY BE THINE IN TIME'S FUTURITY IF WHATSOE'ER THY FAULT THOU DOST NOT FAINT OR HALT BUT LEAN UPON THE STAFF OF GOD'S SECURITY
phonemes: ðɛɹ ɪz nˈoʊ nˈoʊbəl hˈaɪt ðˈaʊ kˈænst nˌɑːt klˈaɪm. ˈɔːl tɹˈaɪʌmfz mˈeɪ biː ðaɪn ɪn tˈaɪmz fjˈuːtʃɚɹᵻɾi, ɪf wˈʌtsɔːɹ ðˌaɪ fˈɔlt, ðˈaʊ dˈɑːst nˌɑːt fˈeɪnt ɔːɹ hˈɔlt, bˌʌt lˈiːn əpˌɑːn ðə stˈæf ʌv ɡˈɑːdz sᵻkjˈʊɹɹᵻɾi.