text_original: And idly Reason strives, If nevermore we find The graver glory that escapes our lives. Oh ! for that hour when all see clear at last, 97 ODE ON THE OPENING OF Who now go blind, The horror and the brutehood of the Past!
text_transcription: AND IDLY REASON STRIVES IF NEVER MORE WE FIND THE GRAVER GLORY THAT ESCAPES OUR LIVES OH FOR THAT HOUR WHEN ALL SEE CLEAR AT LAST WHO NOW GO BLIND THE HORROR AND THE BRUTEHOOD OF THE PAST
phonemes: ænd ˈaɪdli ɹˈiːzən stɹˈaɪvz, ɪf nˌɛvɚmˈɔːɹ wiː fˈaɪnd ðə ɡɹˈeɪvɚ ɡlˈɔːɹi ðæt ɛskˈeɪps ˌaʊɚ lˈaɪvz. ˈoʊ ! fɔːɹ ðæt ˈaʊɚ wɛn ˈɔːl sˈiː klˈɪɹ æt lˈæst, nˈaɪnti sˈɛvən ˈoʊd ɔnðɪ ˈoʊpənɪŋ ʌv hˌuː nˈaʊ ɡˌoʊ blˈaɪnd, ðə hˈɔɹɚ ænd ðə bɹˈuːthʊd ʌvðə pˈæst!