text_original: And yet, through the gloom and the light, The fate of a nation was riding that night; And the spark struck out by that steed, in his flight, Kindled the land into flame with its heat.
text_transcription: AND YET THROUGH THE GLOOM OF THE LIGHT THE FATE OF A NATION WAS RIDING THAT NIGHT AND THE SPARK STRUCK OUT BY THAT STEED IN HIS FLIGHT KINDLED THE LANDING TO FLAME WITH HIS HEAT
phonemes: ænd jˈɛt, θɹuː ðə ɡlˈuːm ænd ðə lˈaɪt, ðə fˈeɪt əvə nˈeɪʃən wʌz ɹˈaɪdɪŋ ðæt nˈaɪt; ænd ðə spˈɑːɹk stɹˈʌk ˈaʊt baɪ ðæt stˈiːd, ɪn hɪz flˈaɪt, kˈɪndəld ðə lˈænd ˌɪntʊ flˈeɪm wɪð ɪts hˈiːt.