text_original: An Indian village bursts upon the eye; Two hundred lodges, sleep encompassed lie, There captives moan their anguished prayers through tears, While in the silent dawn the armied answer nears.
text_transcription: AN INDIAN VILLAGE BURSTS UPON THE EYE TWO HUNDRED LODGERS SLEEP AND COMPASS LIE THEIR CAPTIVES MOAN THEIR ANGUISH PRAYERS THROUGH TEARS WHILE IN THE SILENT DAWN THE ARMY ENDS OUR NEARS
phonemes: ɐn ˈɪndiən vˈɪlɪdʒ bˈɜːsts əpˌɑːn ðɪ ˈaɪ; tˈuː hˈʌndɹɪd lˈɑːdʒᵻz, slˈiːp ɛŋkˈʌmpəst lˈaɪ, ðɛɹ kˈæptɪvz mˈoʊn ðɛɹ ˈæŋɡwɪʃt pɹˈɛɹz θɹuː tˈɪɹz, wˌaɪl ɪnðə sˈaɪlənt dˈɔːn ðɪ ˈɑːɹmid ˈænsɚ nˈɪɹz.