text_original: We see thy fearless feet, But not the hostile mountains thou shalt climb. Untried thy heart that must Be battle tested ere the cannon rust; And peace is yet thy dow r, O thou regardless of the patient Pow r Within whose hour glass falls the nations 7 dust!
text_transcription: WE SEE THY FEARLESS FEET BUT NOT THE HOSTILE MOUNTAINS THOU SHALT CLIMB UNTRIED THY HEART THAT MUST BE BATTLE TESTED ERE THE CANNON RUST AND PEACE IS YET THY DOWER O THOU REGARDLESS OF THE PATIENT POWER WITHIN WHOSE HOUR GLASS FALLS THE NATION'S DUST
phonemes: wiː sˈiː ðˌaɪ fˈɪɹləs fˈiːt, bˌʌt nˌɑːt ðə hˈɑːstəl mˈaʊntɪnz ðˈaʊ ʃˌælt klˈaɪm. ʌntɹˈaɪd ðˌaɪ hˈɑːɹt ðæt mˈʌst biː bˈæɾəl tˈɛstᵻd ˈɛɹ ðə kˈænən ɹˈʌst; ænd pˈiːs ɪz jˈɛt ðˌaɪ dˈaʊ ˈɑːɹ, ˈoʊ ðˈaʊ ɹᵻɡˈɑːɹdləs ʌvðə pˈeɪʃənt pˈaʊ ˈɑːɹ wɪðˌɪn hˌuːz ˈaʊɚ ɡlˈæs fˈɔːlz ðə nˈeɪʃənz sˈɛvən dˈʌst!