text_original: Legions of peace are at thy borders now, O California, and ranks whose eyes Behold the deathless star upon thy brow And know it leads to love. ODE ON THE OPENING OF Wherefore, give thou thy banner to the skies, And let the clarions of thy conquest sound
text_transcription: LEGIONS OF PEACE ARE AT THY BORDERS NOW O CALIFORNIA AND RANKS WHOSE EYES BEHOLD THE DEATHLESS STAR UPON THY BROW AND KNOW IT LEADS TO LOVE WHEREFORE GIVE THOU THY BANNER TO THE SKIES AND LET THE CLARIONS OF THY CONQUEST SOUND
phonemes: lˈiːdʒənz ʌv pˈiːs ɑːɹ æt ðˌaɪ bˈɔːɹdɚz nˈaʊ, ˈoʊ kˌælɪfˈɔːɹniə, ænd ɹˈæŋks hˌuːz ˈaɪz bᵻhˈoʊld ðə dˈɛθləs stˈɑːɹ əpˌɑːn ðˌaɪ bɹˈaʊ ænd nˈoʊ ɪt lˈiːdz tə lˈʌv. ˈoʊd ɔnðɪ ˈoʊpənɪŋ ʌv wˈɛɹfɔːɹ, ɡˈɪv ðˈaʊ ðˌaɪ bˈænɚ tə ðə skˈaɪz, ænd lˈɛt ðə klˈæɹiənz ʌv ðˌaɪ kˈɑːŋkwɛst sˈaʊnd