text_original: Granite he found thee, who had thought thee clay, O nation clothed as with the noonday sun ! O barrier to the tempest ! Faithful wall That held the armored avalanche a space ! O little dyke against so great a flood!
text_transcription: GRANITE HE FOUND THEE WHO HAD THOUGHT THEE CLAY O NATION CLOTHED AS WITH THE NOONDAY SUN O BARRIER TO THE TEMPEST FAITHFUL WALL THAT HELD THE ARMOURED AVALANCHE A SPACE O LITTLE DIKE AGAINST SO GREAT A FLOOD
phonemes: ɡɹˈænɪt hiː fˈaʊnd ðˈiː, hˌuː hæd θˈɔːt ðiː klˈeɪ, ˈoʊ nˈeɪʃən klˈoʊðd æz wɪððə nˈuːndeɪ sˈʌn ! ˈoʊ bˈæɹiɚ tə ðə tˈɛmpɪst ! fˈeɪθfəl wˈɔːl ðæt hˈɛld ðɪ ˈɑːɹmɚd ˈævəlˌænʃ ɐ spˈeɪs ! ˈoʊ lˈɪɾəl dˈaɪk ɐɡˈɛnst sˌoʊ ɡɹˈeɪt ɐ flˈʌd!