text_original: Thy war is for the sanctity of pledge Whether the word of man to man endure, Or that his bond be as a rope of sand. Forth ! till the world be cleansed of sacrilege, And those antique foundations rest secure On which the pillars of the Temple stand
text_transcription: THY WAR IS FOR THE SANCTITY OF PLEDGE WHETHER THE WORD OF MAN TO MAN ENDURE OR THAT HIS BOND BE AS A ROPE OF SAND FOURTH TILL THE WORLD BE CLEANSED OF SACRILEGE AND THOSE ANTIQUE FOUNDATIONS REST SECURE ON WHICH THE PILLARS OF THE TEMPLE STAND
phonemes: ðˌaɪ wˈɔːɹ ɪz fɚðə sˈæŋktᵻɾi ʌv plˈɛdʒ wˈɛðɚ ðə wˈɜːd ʌv mˈæn tə mˈæn ɛndˈʊɹ, ɔːɹ ðæt hɪz bˈɑːnd biː æz ɐ ɹˈoʊp ʌv sˈænd. fˈɔːɹθ ! tˈɪl ðə wˈɜːld biː klˈɛnzd ʌv sˈækɹɪlˌɪdʒ, ænd ðoʊz æntˈiːk faʊndˈeɪʃənz ɹˈɛst sᵻkjˈʊɹ ˌɔn wˌɪtʃ ðə pˈɪlɚz ʌvðə tˈɛmpəl stˈænd