text_original: For the strength to grasp and hold the plan of a waning race. For might to compel the tide in its turn to serve my will, That my heart of the fountain deep, may drink to the brim its fill!
text_transcription: FOR THE STRENGTH TO GRASP AND HOLD THE PLAN OF A WANING RACE FOR MIGHT TO COMPEL THE TIDE IN ITS TURN TO SERVE MY WILL THAT MY HEART OF THE FOUNTAIN DEEP MAY DRINK TO THE BRIM ITS FILL
phonemes: fɚðə stɹˈɛŋθ tə ɡɹˈæsp ænd hˈoʊld ðə plˈæn əvə wˈeɪnɪŋ ɹˈeɪs. fɔːɹ mˌaɪt tə kəmpˈɛl ðə tˈaɪd ɪn ɪts tˈɜːn tə sˈɜːv maɪ wˈɪl, ðæt maɪ hˈɑːɹt ʌvðə fˈaʊntɪn dˈiːp, mˈeɪ dɹˈɪŋk tə ðə bɹˈɪm ɪts fˈɪl!