text_original: Your arm has now your rightful title show'd, An arm on which all Europe's hopes depend, To which they look as to some guardian God, That must their doubtful liberty defend.
text_transcription: YOUR ARM HAS NOW YOUR RIGHTFUL TITLE SHOWED AN ARM ON WHICH ALL EUROPE'S HOPES DEPEND TO WHICH THEY LOOK AS TO SOME GUARDIAN GOD THAT MUST THEIR DOUBTFUL LIBERTY DEFEND
phonemes: jʊɹ ˈɑːɹm hɐz nˈaʊ jʊɹ ɹˈaɪtfəl tˈaɪɾəl ʃˈoʊd, ɐn ˈɑːɹm ˌɔn wˌɪtʃ ˈɔːl jˈʊɹɹəps hˈoʊps dᵻpˈɛnd, tə wˌɪtʃ ðeɪ lˈʊk æz tə sˌʌm ɡˈɑːɹdiən ɡˈɑːd, ðæt mˈʌst ðɛɹ dˈaʊtfəl lˈɪbɚɾi dᵻfˈɛnd.