text_original: I will go up then, though the limbs may tire, And though the path be doubtful and unseen ; Better with the last effort to expire Than lose the toil and struggle that have been, And have the morning strength, the upward strain, The distance conquered, in the end made vain.
text_transcription: I WILL GO UP THEN THOUGH THE LIMBS MAY TIRE AND THOUGH THE PATH BE DOUBTFUL AND UNSEEN BETTER WITH THE LAST EFFORT TO EXPIRE THAN LOSE THE TOIL AND STRUGGLE THAT HAVE BEEN AND HAVE THE MORNING STRENGTH THE UPWARD STRAIN THE DISTANCE CONQUERED IN THE END MADE VAIN
phonemes: aɪ wɪl ɡˌoʊ ˌʌp ðˈɛn, ðˌoʊ ðə lˈɪmz mˈeɪ tˈaɪɚ, ænd ðˌoʊ ðə pˈæθ biː dˈaʊtfəl ænd ʌnsˈiːn ; bˈɛɾɚ wɪððə lˈæst ˈɛfɚt tʊ ɛkspˈaɪɚ ðɐn lˈuːz ðə tˈɔɪl ænd stɹˈʌɡəl ðˈæt hɐvbɪn, ænd hæv ðə mˈɔːɹnɪŋ stɹˈɛŋθ, ðɪ ˈʌpwɚd stɹˈeɪn, ðə dˈɪstəns kˈɑːŋkɚd, ɪnðɪ ˈɛnd mˌeɪd vˈeɪn.