text_original: 99 ODE ON THE OPENING OF V Be ye lift up, O everlasting gates Of that far City men shall build for Man 1 O fairer Day that waits, The splendor of whose dawn we shall not see, When selfish bonds of family and clan Melt in the higher love that yet shall be
text_transcription: FIVE BE YE LIFT UP O EVERLASTING GATES OF THAT FAR CITY MAN SHALL BUILD FOR MAN O FAIRER DAY THAT WAITS THE SPLENDOUR OF WHOSE DAWN WE SHALL NOT SEE WHEN SELFISH BONDS OF FAMILY AND CLAN MELT IN THE HIGHER LOVE THAT YET SHALL BE
phonemes: nˈaɪnti nˈaɪn ˈoʊd ɔnðɪ ˈoʊpənɪŋ ʌv vˈiː biː jiː lˈɪft ˈʌp, ˈoʊ ˌɛvɚlˈæstɪŋ ɡˈeɪts ʌv ðæt fˈɑːɹ sˈɪɾi mˈɛn ʃˌæl bˈɪld fɔːɹ mˈæn wˈʌn ˈoʊ fˈɛɹɚ dˈeɪ ðæt wˈeɪts, ðə splˈɛndɚɹ ʌv hˌuːz dˈɔːn wiːʃˌɐl nˌɑːt sˈiː, wˌɛn sˈɛlfɪʃ bˈɑːndz ʌv fˈæmɪli ænd klˈæn mˈɛlt ɪnðə hˈaɪɚ lˈʌv ðæt jˈɛt ʃˌæl bˈiː