text_original: 121 ON THE GREAT WAR TO GERMANY I Beat back thy forfeit plow shares into swords: It is not yet, the far, seraphic dream Of peace made beautiful and love supreme.
text_transcription: AT ORCH BY SONYA TO GERMANY ONE BEAT BACK THY FORFEIT PLOUGHSHARES INTO SWORDS IT IS NOT YET THE FAR SERAPHIC DREAM OF PEACE MADE BEAUTIFUL AND LOVE SUPREME
phonemes: wˈʌnhˈʌndɹɪd twˈɛnti wˈʌn ɔnðə ɡɹˈeɪt dˌʌbəljˌuːˌeɪˈɑːɹ tuː dʒˈɜːməni aɪ bˈiːt bˈæk ðˌaɪ fˈɔːɹfɪt plˈaʊ ʃˈɛɹz ˌɪntʊ sˈɔːɹdz: ɪɾ ɪz nˌɑːt jˈɛt, ðə fˈɑːɹ, sˈɛɹəfˌɪk dɹˈiːm ʌv pˈiːs mˌeɪd bjˈuːɾifəl ænd lˈʌv suːpɹˈiːm.