text_original: 'Tis you who must this land subdue, The mighty conquest's left for you, The conquest and discovery too: Search out this Utopian ground, Virtue's Terra Incognita, Where none ever led the way, Nor ever since but in descriptions found; Like the philosopher's stone, With rules to search it, yet obtain'd by none.
text_transcription: TIS YOU MUST THIS LANCE SUBDUE THE MIGHTY CONQUESTS LEFT FOR YOU THE CONQUEST AND DISCOVERY TOO SEARCH OUT THIS UTOPIAN GROUND VIRTUES TERRA INCOGNITA WHERE NONE EVER LED THE WAY NOR EVER SINCE BUT IN DESCRIPTIONS FOUND LIKE THE PHILOSOPHER'S STONE WITH RULES TO SEARCH IT YET OBTAINED BY NONE
phonemes: tˈɪz juː hˌuː mˈʌst ðɪs lˈænd sʌbdˈuː, ðə mˈaɪɾi kˈɑːŋkwɛsts lˈɛft fɔːɹ juː, ðə kˈɑːŋkwɛst ænd dɪskˈʌvɚɹi tˈuː: sˈɜːtʃ ˈaʊt ðɪs juːtˈoʊpiən ɡɹˈaʊnd, vˈɜːtʃuːz tˈɛɹə ɪŋkɑːɡnˈiːɾə, wˌɛɹ nˈʌn ˈɛvɚ lˈɛd ðə wˈeɪ, nˈɔːɹ ˈɛvɚ sˈɪns bˌʌt ɪn dᵻskɹˈɪpʃənz fˈaʊnd; lˈaɪk ðə fɪlˈɑːsəfɚz stˈoʊn, wɪð ɹˈuːlz tə sˈɜːtʃ ɪt, jˈɛt əbtˈeɪnd baɪ nˈʌn.