text_original: But Fate, unheeding, lifted high His sword, and thrust you through to die, And then there came one strong and great, Who towered high o'er Chance and Fate, Who bound your wound and eased your pain And bade you rise and fight again.
text_transcription: BUT FATE UNHEEDING LIFTED HIGH HIS SWORD AND THRUST YOU THROUGH TO DIE AND THEN THERE CAME ONE STRONG AND GREAT WHO TOWERED HIGH O'ER CHANCE AND FATE WHO BOUND YOUR WOUND AND EASED YOUR PAIN AND BADE YOU RISE AND FIGHT AGAIN
phonemes: bˌʌt fˈeɪt, ʌnhˈiːdɪŋ, lˈɪftᵻd hˈaɪ hɪz sˈɔːɹd, ænd θɹˈʌst juː θɹuː tə dˈaɪ, ænd ðˈɛn ðɛɹ kˈeɪm wˈʌn stɹˈɔŋ ænd ɡɹˈeɪt, hˌuː tˈaʊɚd hˈaɪ ˈɔːɹ tʃˈæns ænd fˈeɪt, hˌuː bˈaʊnd jʊɹ wˈuːnd ænd ˈiːzd jʊɹ pˈeɪn ænd bˈeɪd juː ɹˈaɪz ænd fˈaɪt ɐɡˈɛn.