text_original: There strength and power serve their fate, And there a Titan s hammer falls. "And surely there the fire reveals What giants at their service bend, What thewed endurances attend The sleepless shuttles and the wheels . . . . " In meadow dews an irised flame Stirred as the lucid morning broke, And from those portals, black with smoke, A thousand weary children came
text_transcription: THERE STRENGTH AND POWER SERVE THEIR FATE AND THERE A TITAN'S HAMMER FALLS AND SURELY THERE THE FIRE REVEALS WHAT GIANTS AT THEIR SERVICE BEND WHAT SOOTH ENDURANCES ATTEND THE SLEEPLESS SHUTTLES AND THE WHEELS IN MEADOW DEWS AN IRIS FLAME STIRRED AS THE LUCID MORNING BROKE AND FROM THOSE PORTALS BLACK WITH SMOKE A THOUSAND WEARY CHILDREN CAME
phonemes: ðɛɹ stɹˈɛŋθ ænd pˈaʊɚ sˈɜːv ðɛɹ fˈeɪt, ænd ðɛɹ ɐ tˈaɪtən ˈɛs hˈæmɚ fˈɔːlz. "ænd ʃˈʊɹli ðɛɹ ðə fˈaɪɚ ɹᵻvˈiːlz wʌt dʒˈaɪənts æt ðɛɹ sˈɜːvɪs bˈɛnd, wˌʌt θjˈuːd ɛndˈʊɹɹənsᵻz ɐtˈɛnd ðə slˈiːpləs ʃˈʌɾəlz ænd ðə wˈiːlz . . . . " ɪn mˈɛdoʊ dˈuːz ɐn ˈɪɹaɪzd flˈeɪm stˈɜːd æz ðə lˈuːsɪd mˈɔːɹnɪŋ bɹˈoʊk, ænd fɹʌm ðoʊz pˈɔːɹɾəlz, blˈæk wɪð smˈoʊk, ɐ θˈaʊzənd wˈɪɹi tʃˈɪldɹən kˈeɪm