text_original: In vain we build our temples, and in vain We tend the lamps of Science and of Love, When on the flame and consecrated oil War, in a vast and headlong hurricane, Launches the Night in which no man shall toil.
text_transcription: IN VAIN WE BUILD OUR TEMPLES AND IN VAIN WE TEND THE LAMBS OF SCIENCE AND OF LOVE WHEN ON THE FLAME AND CONSECRATED OIL WAR IN A VAST AND HEADLONG HURRICANE LAUNCHES THE NIGHT IN WHICH NO MAN SHALL TOIL
phonemes: ɪn vˈeɪn wiː bˈɪld ˌaʊɚ tˈɛmpəlz, ænd ɪn vˈeɪn wiː tˈɛnd ðə lˈæmps ʌv sˈaɪəns ænd ʌv lˈʌv, wˌɛn ɔnðə flˈeɪm ænd kˈɑːnsɪkɹˌeɪɾᵻd ˈɔɪl wˈɔːɹ, ɪn ɐ vˈæst ænd hˈɛdlɔŋ hˈɜːɹᵻkˌeɪn, lˈɔːntʃᵻz ðə nˈaɪt ɪnwˌɪtʃ nˈoʊ mˈæn ʃˌæl tˈɔɪl.