text_original: "Behold the signal of the foe," cried one, The field is lost before the strife's begun. Yet no! for see! yon rays spread near and far; It is the day's first smile, the radiant morning star.
text_transcription: BEHOLD THE SIGNAL OF THE FOE CRIED ONE THE FIELD IS LOST BEFORE THE STRIFES BEGUN YET NO FORESEE YON RAY SPREAD NEAR AND FAR IT IS THE DAY'S FIRST SMILE THE RADIANT MORNING STAR
phonemes: "bᵻhˈoʊld ðə sˈɪɡnəl ʌvðə fˈoʊ," kɹˈaɪd wˌʌn, ðə fˈiːld ɪz lˈɔst bᵻfˌɔːɹ ðə stɹˈaɪfz bɪɡˈʌn. jˈɛt nˈoʊ! fɔːɹ sˈiː! jˈɑːn ɹˈeɪz spɹˈɛd nˌɪɹ ænd fˈɑːɹ; ɪɾ ɪz ðə dˈeɪz fˈɜːst smˈaɪl, ðə ɹˈeɪdiənt mˈɔːɹnɪŋ stˈɑːɹ.