text_original: 101 THE BUILDERS The year grows old, but Progress has no age : Her flags go forward to increasing light ; Behind her lies the night; It is a ceaseless war her soldiers wage, And on her great and ever  widening sky, "Onward!"
text_transcription: NYA THE BUILDERS THE YEAR GROWS OLD BUT PROGRESS HAS NO AGE HER FLAGS GO FORWARD TO INCREASING LIGHT BEHIND HER LIES THE NIGHT IT IS A CEASELESS WAR HER SOLDIERS WAG AND ON HER GREAT AND EVER WIDENING SKY ONWARD
phonemes: wˈʌnhˈʌndɹɪd wˈʌn ðə bˈɪldɚz ðə jˈɪɹ ɡɹˈoʊz ˈoʊld, bˌʌt pɹˈɑːɡɹɛs hɐz nˈoʊ ˈeɪdʒ : hɜː flˈæɡz ɡˌoʊ fˈɔːɹwɚd tʊ ɪŋkɹˈiːsɪŋ lˈaɪt ; bᵻhˌaɪnd hɜː lˈaɪz ðə nˈaɪt; ɪɾ ɪz ɐ sˈiːsləs wˈɔːɹ hɜː sˈoʊldʒɚz wˈeɪdʒ, ænd ˌɔn hɜː ɡɹˈeɪt ænd ˈɛvɚ wˈaɪdənɪŋ skˈaɪ, "ˈɑːnwɚd!"