text_original: O State without a master or a slave, Whose law of light we crave Ere morning widen on a world set free ! Alas! how distant are, To watchers of the Past, Thy palms of peace, thy mercy and thy truth!
text_transcription: O STATE WITHOUT A MASTER OR SLAVE WHOSE LAW OF LIGHT WE CRAVE ERE MORNING WIDEN ON A WORLD SET FREE ALAS HOW DISTANT ARE TO WATCH US OF THE PAST THY PALMS OF PEACE THY MERCY AND THY TRUTH
phonemes: ˈoʊ stˈeɪt wɪðˌaʊt ɐ mˈæstɚ ɔːɹ ɐ slˈeɪv, hˌuːz lˈɔː ʌv lˈaɪt wiː kɹˈeɪv ˈɛɹ mˈɔːɹnɪŋ wˈaɪdən ˌɔn ɐ wˈɜːld sˈɛt fɹˈiː ! ɐlˈæs! hˌaʊ dˈɪstənt ɑːɹ, tə wˈɑːtʃɚz ʌvðə pˈæst, ðˌaɪ pˈɑːmz ʌv pˈiːs, ðˌaɪ mˈɜːsi ænd ðˌaɪ tɹˈuːθ!