text_original: And pass o'er lands, the new, the old, While soul to soul draws nigh. " And shall we ever strive to know, And turn from feast and rest ; And will sweet talk still flow and flow, While suns dip in the west ? l82 " Will deeds to do, the pulses stir, To save a race undone ; Till some low whisper fills the ear ; ' Shall we two fight as one
text_transcription: AND PASS O'ER WORLDS THE NEW THE OLD WHILE SOUL TO SOUL DRAWS NIGH AND SHALL WE EVER STRIVE TO KNOW AND TURN FROM FEAST AND REST AND WILL SWEET TALK STILL FLOW AND FLOW WHILE SUNS DIP IN THE WEST WILL DEEDS TO DO THE PULSES STIR TO SAVE A RACE UNDONE TILL SOME LOW WHISPER FILLS THE EAR SHALL WE TWO FIGHT AS ONE
phonemes: ænd pˈæs ˈɔːɹ lˈændz, ðə nˈuː, ðɪ ˈoʊld, wˌaɪl sˈoʊl tə sˈoʊl dɹˈɔːz nˈaɪ. " ænd ʃˌæl wiː ˈɛvɚ stɹˈaɪv tə nˈoʊ, ænd tˈɜːn fɹʌm fˈiːst ænd ɹˈɛst ; ænd wɪl swˈiːt tˈɔːk stˈɪl flˈoʊ ænd flˈoʊ, wˌaɪl sˈʌnz dˈɪp ɪnðə wˈɛst ? ˈɛl ˈeɪɾi tˈuː " wɪl dˈiːdz tə dˈuː, ðə pˈʌlsᵻz stˈɜː, tə sˈeɪv ɐ ɹˈeɪs ʌndˈʌn ; tˈɪl sˌʌm lˈoʊ wˈɪspɚ fˈɪlz ðɪ ˈɪɹ ; ʃˌæl wiː tˈuː fˈaɪt æz wˌʌn