text_original: For walked the Babylonian again Within our streets, once more should he behold The immeasurable Care, That ancient curse of poverty and gold, The selfsame twins of luxury and pain, The olden madness of division where The poor beg work, and beg for it in vain, And children slave, and stones are given for bread, While Mammon lolls on cushions of his fat, Whose glut not all the toil of men can sate.
text_transcription: FOR WALK THE BABYLONIAN AGAIN WITHIN OUR STREETS ONCE MORE SHOULD HE BEHOLD THE IMMEASURABLE CARE THAT ANCIENT CURSE OF POVERTY AND GOLD THE SELFSAME TWINS OF LUXURY AND PAIN THE OLDEN MADNESS OF DIVISION WHERE THE POOR BEG WORK AND BEG FOR IT IN VAIN AND CHILDREN SLAVE AND STONES ARE GIVEN FOR BREAD WHILE MAMMON LOLLS ON CUSHIONS OF HIS FAT WHOSE GLUT NOT ALL THE TOIL OF MAN CAN SATE
phonemes: fɔːɹ wˈɔːkt ðə bˌæbɪlˈoʊniən ɐɡˈɛn wɪðˌɪn ˌaʊɚ stɹˈiːts, wˈʌns mˈɔːɹ ʃˌʊd hiː bᵻhˈoʊld ðɪ ɪmˈɛʒɚɹəbəl kˈɛɹ, ðæt ˈeɪntʃənt kˈɜːs ʌv pˈɑːvɚɾi ænd ɡˈoʊld, ðə sˈɛlfseɪm twˈɪnz ʌv lˈʌkʃɚɹi ænd pˈeɪn, ðɪ ˈoʊldən mˈædnəs ʌv dᵻvˈɪʒən wˌɛɹ ðə pˈʊɹ bˈɛɡ wˈɜːk, ænd bˈɛɡ fɔːɹ ɪɾ ɪn vˈeɪn, ænd tʃˈɪldɹən slˈeɪv, ænd stˈoʊnz ɑːɹ ɡˈɪvən fɔːɹ bɹˈɛd, wˌaɪl mˈæmən lˈɑːlz ˌɔn kˈʊʃənz ʌv hɪz fˈæt, hˌuːz ɡlˈʌt nˌɑːt ˈɔːl ðə tˈɔɪl ʌv mˈɛn kæn sˈeɪt.