text_original: VIII. When first this soil the great Columbus trod, He was less like the image of his God Than those ingenuous souls, unspoiled by art, Who lived so near to Mother Nature's heart; Those simple children of the wood and wave, As frank as trusting, and as true as brave; Savage they were, when on some hostile raid (For where is he so high, whom war does not degrade?)
text_transcription: EIGHT WHEN FIRST HE SOIL THE GREAT COLUMBUS TROD HE WAS LESS LIKE THE IMAGE OF HIS GOD THAN THOSE INGENUOUS SOULS UNSPOILT BY ART WHO LIVED SO NEAR TO MOTHER NATURE'S HEART THOSE SIMPLE CHILDREN OF THE WOOD AND WAVE AS FRANK AS TRUSTING AND AS TRUE AS BRAVE SAVAGE THEY WERE WHEN ON SOME HOSTILE RATE FOR WHERE IS HE SO HIGH WHOM WAR DOES NOT DEGRADE
phonemes: ɹˌoʊmən ˈeɪt. wˌɛn fˈɜːst ðɪs sˈɔɪl ðə ɡɹˈeɪt kəlˈʌmbəs tɹˈɑːd, hiː wʌz lˈɛs lˈaɪk ðɪ ˈɪmɪdʒ ʌv hɪz ɡˈɑːd ðɐn ðoʊz ɪndʒˈɛnjuːəs sˈoʊlz, ʌnspˈɔɪld baɪ ˈɑːɹt, hˌuː lˈɪvd sˌoʊ nˌɪɹ tə mˈʌðɚ nˈeɪtʃɚz hˈɑːɹt; ðoʊz sˈɪmpəl tʃˈɪldɹən ʌvðə wˈʊd ænd wˈeɪv, æz fɹˈæŋk æz tɹˈʌstɪŋ, ænd æz tɹˈuː æz bɹˈeɪv; sˈævɪdʒ ðeɪ wɜː, wˌɛn ˌɔn sˌʌm hˈɑːstəl ɹˈeɪd (fɔːɹ wˌɛɹ ɪz hiː sˌoʊ hˈaɪ, hˈuːm wˈɔːɹ dʌznˌɑːt dᵻɡɹˈeɪd?)