text_original: The future is our kingdom, and, altho Our hands unbuild the city they have built, Yet here no blood is spilt Nor swords uplifted for a nation s woe. And, tho the columns and the temples pass, Let none regret; let no man cry "Alas!"
text_transcription: THE FUTURE IS OUR KINGDOM AND ALTHOUGH OUR HANDS UNBUILD THE CITY THEY HAVE BUILT YET HERE NO BLOOD IS SPILT NOR SWORDS UPLIFTED FOR A NATION'S WOE AND THOUGH THE COLUMNS AND THE TEMPLES PASS LET NONE REGRET LET NO MAN CRY ALAS
phonemes: ðə fjˈuːtʃɚɹ ɪz ˌaʊɚ kˈɪŋdəm, ænd, ˈɔːlθoʊ ˌaʊɚ hˈændz ʌnbˈɪld ðə sˈɪɾi ðeɪ hæv bˈɪlt, jˈɛt hˈɪɹ nˈoʊ blˈʌd ɪz spˈɪlt nˈɔːɹ sˈɔːɹdz ʌplˈɪftᵻd fɚɹə nˈeɪʃən ˈɛs wˈoʊ. ænd, ðˈoʊ ðə kˈɑːlʌmz ænd ðə tˈɛmpəlz pˈæs, lˈɛt nˈʌn ɹᵻɡɹˈɛt; lˈɛt nˈoʊ mˈæn kɹˈaɪ "ɐlˈæs!"