text_original: Here, too, the wonders of thy harvest shine, The corn, the fruit, the wine The bounties great and fair That thou, with loving care, Hast fostered on a thousand hills and plains, Trapping the distant rains, And on the wilderness Leading new rills to compensate and bless.
text_transcription: HERE TOO THE WONDERS OF THY HARVEST SHINE THE CORN THE FRUIT THE WINE THE BOUNTIES GREAT AND FAIR THAT THOU WITH LOVING CARE HAST FOSTERED ON A THOUSAND HILLS AND PLAINS TRAPPING THE DISTANT RAINS AND ON THE WILDERNESS LEADING NEW RILLS TO COMPENSATE AND BLES
phonemes: hˈɪɹ, tˈuː, ðə wˈʌndɚz ʌv ðˌaɪ hˈɑːɹvɪst ʃˈaɪn, ðə kˈɔːɹn, ðə fɹˈuːt, ðə wˈaɪn ðə bˈaʊntiz ɡɹˈeɪt ænd fˈɛɹ ðæt ðˈaʊ, wɪð lˈʌvɪŋ kˈɛɹ, hˈeɪst fˈɑːstɚd ˌɔn ɐ θˈaʊzənd hˈɪlz ænd plˈeɪnz, tɹˈæpɪŋ ðə dˈɪstənt ɹˈeɪnz, ænd ɔnðə wˈɪldɚnəs lˈiːdɪŋ nˈuː ɹˈɪlz tə kˈɑːmpənsˌeɪt ænd blˈɛs.