text_original: Grant but an hour of respite  give One moment to my suffering mind! I can not keep the pace and live." But Fate drives on and will not heed The lips that beg, the feet that bleed.
text_transcription: GRANT BUT AN HOUR OF RESPITE GIVE ONE MOMENT TO MY SUFFERING MIND I CANNOT KEEP THE PACE AND LIVE BUT FATE DRIVES ON AND WILL NOT HEED THE LIPS THAT BEG THE FEET THAT BLEED
phonemes: ɡɹˈænt bˌʌt ɐn ˈaʊɚɹ ʌv ɹˈɛspɪt ɡˈɪv wˈʌn mˈoʊmənt tə maɪ sˈʌfɚɹɪŋ mˈaɪnd! aɪ kæn nˌɑːt kˈiːp ðə pˈeɪs ænd lˈaɪv." bˌʌt fˈeɪt dɹˈaɪvz ˌɔn ænd wɪl nˌɑːt hˈiːd ðə lˈɪps ðæt bˈɛɡ, ðə fˈiːt ðæt blˈiːd.