text_original: And vain seems the effort of spur and whip, Or the hoarse, hot cry of the pallid lip, When once we have fallen back. It is better to keep on stirrup and rein, The steady poise and the careful strain, In speeding along Life's track.
text_transcription: IN VAIN SEEMS THE EFFORT OF SPUR AND WHIP OR THE HOARSE HOT CRY OF THE PALLID LIP WHEN ONCE WE HAVE FALLEN BACK IT IS BETTER TO KEEP ON STIRRUP AND REIN THE STEADY POISE AND THE CAREFUL STRAIN IN SPEEDING A LONG LIFE'S TRACK
phonemes: ænd vˈeɪn sˈiːmz ðɪ ˈɛfɚt ʌv spˈɜː ænd wˈɪp, ɔːɹ ðə hˈɔːɹs, hˈɑːt kɹˈaɪ ʌvðə pˈælɪd lˈɪp, wˌɛn wˈʌns wiː hæv fˈɔːlən bˈæk. ɪɾ ɪz bˈɛɾɚ tə kˈiːp ˌɔn stˈɪɹʌp ænd ɹˈeɪn, ðə stˈɛdi pˈɔɪz ænd ðə kˈɛɹfəl stɹˈeɪn, ɪn spˈiːdɪŋ ɐlˈɔŋ lˈaɪfz tɹˈæk.