text_original: Shall Time not hurl thy temples stone from stone, And o er the ruin set A fairer city than the years have known? Out of thy darkness do we find us dreams, And on the future gleams The vision of thy ramparts built anew.
text_transcription: SHALL TIME NOT HURL THY TEMPLE STONE FROM STONE AND OVER THE RUINS AT A FAIRER CITY THAN THE YEARS HAVE KNOWN OUT OF THY DARKNESS DO WE FIND US DREAMS AND ON THE FUTURE GLEAMS THE VISION OF THY RAMPARTS BUILT ANEW
phonemes: ʃˌæl tˈaɪm nˌɑːt hˈɜːl ðˌaɪ tˈɛmpəlz stˈoʊn fɹʌm stˈoʊn, ænd ˈoʊ ˈɜː ðə ɹˈuːɪn sˈɛt ɐ fˈɛɹɚ sˈɪɾi ðɐn ðə jˈɪɹz hæv nˈoʊn? ˌaʊɾəv ðˌaɪ dˈɑːɹknəs dˈuː wiː fˈaɪnd ˌʌs dɹˈiːmz, ænd ɔnðə fjˈuːtʃɚ ɡlˈiːmz ðə vˈɪʒən ʌv ðˌaɪ ɹˈæmpɑːɹts bˈɪlt ɐnˈuː.