text_original: We do but cross a threshold into day. Beauty we leave behind, A deeper beauty on our path to find And higher glories to illume the way. 102 THE BUILDERS The door we close behind us is the Past: Our sons shall find a fairer door at last.
text_transcription: WE DO BUT CROSS A THRESHOLD INTO DAY BEAUTY WE LEAVE BEHIND A DEEPER BEAUTY ON OUR PATH TO FIND AND HIGHER GLORIES TO ILLUMINE THE WAY THE DOOR WE CLOSE BEHIND US IS THE PAST OUR SONS SHALL FIND A FAIRER DOOR AT LAST
phonemes: wiː dˈuː bˌʌt kɹˈɔs ɐ θɹˈɛʃoʊld ˌɪntʊ dˈeɪ. bjˈuːɾi wiː lˈiːv bᵻhˈaɪnd, ɐ dˈiːpɚ bjˈuːɾi ˌɔn ˌaʊɚ pˈæθ tə fˈaɪnd ænd hˈaɪɚ ɡlˈɔːɹiz tʊ ɪlˈuːm ðə wˈeɪ. wˈʌnhˈʌndɹɪd tˈuː ðə bˈɪldɚz ðə dˈɔːɹ wiː klˈoʊz bᵻhˌaɪnd ˌʌs ɪz ðə pˈæst: ˌaʊɚ sˈʌnz ʃˌæl fˈaɪnd ɐ fˈɛɹɚ dˈɔːɹ æt lˈæst.