text_original: The Materialist MY soul has left its tent of clay And seeks from star to star, 'Mid flaming worlds that are to be, And fruitful worlds that are, The Voice which spake and said "Live on!"
text_transcription: THE MATERIALIST MY SOUL HAS LEFT ITS TENT OF CLAY AND SEEKS FROM STAR TO STAR MID FLAMING WORLDS THAT ARE TO BE AND FRUITFUL WORLDS THAT ARE THE VOICE WHICH SPAKE AND SAID LIVE ON
phonemes: ðə mətˈɪɹiəlˌɪst maɪ sˈoʊl hɐz lˈɛft ɪts tˈɛnt ʌv klˈeɪ ænd sˈiːks fɹʌm stˈɑːɹ tə stˈɑːɹ, mˈɪd flˈeɪmɪŋ wˈɜːldz ðæt ɑːɹ tə bˈiː, ænd fɹˈuːtfəl wˈɜːldz ðˈæt ɑːɹ, ðə vˈɔɪs wˌɪtʃ spˈeɪk ænd sˈɛd "lˈaɪv ˈɔn!"