text_original: Would they have more?  Lo, I left my sword On the crest of Bunker Hill." But at last from his own New Hampshire An urgent summons came, That stirred his heart like the voice of God From Sinai's walls of flame.
text_transcription: WOULD THEY HAVE MORE LO I LEFT MY SWORD ON THE CREST OF BUNKER HILL BUT AT LAST FROM HIS OWN NEW HAMPSHIRE AN URGENT SUMMONS CAME THAT STIRRED HIS HEART LIKE THE VOICE OF GOD FROM SCIONIZED WALLS OF FLAME
phonemes: wʊd ðeɪ hæv mˈɔːɹ?  lˈoʊ, aɪ lˈɛft maɪ sˈɔːɹd ɔnðə kɹˈɛst ʌv bˈʌŋkɚ hˈɪl." bˌʌt æt lˈæst fɹʌm hɪz ˈoʊn nˈuː hˈæmpʃɚɹ ɐn ˈɜːdʒənt sˈʌmənz kˈeɪm, ðæt stˈɜːd hɪz hˈɑːɹt lˈaɪk ðə vˈɔɪs ʌv ɡˈɑːd fɹʌm sˈaɪnaɪz wˈɔːlz ʌv flˈeɪm.