text_original: A fragile being, born to grace the hearth, Untroubled by the conflicts of the earth. Some gentle dove who reared young eaglets, might, In watching those bold birdlings take their flight, Feel what that mother felt who saw her sons Rush from her loving arms, to face death dealing guns.
text_transcription: A FRAGILE BEING BORN TO GRAZE THE HEARTH UNTROUBLED BY THE CONFLICTS OF THE EARTH SOME GENTLE DOVE WHO REARED YOUNG EAGLETS MIGHT IN WATCHING THOSE BOLD BIRDLINGS TAKE THEIR FLIGHT FEEL WHAT THAT MOTHER FELT WHO SAW HER SONS RUSH FROM HER LOVING ARMS TO FACE DEATH DEALING GUNS
phonemes: ɐ fɹˈædʒəl bˈiːɪŋ, bˈɔːɹn tə ɡɹˈeɪs ðə hˈɑːɹθ, ʌntɹˈʌbəld baɪ ðə kˈɑːnflɪkts ʌvðɪ ˈɜːθ. sˌʌm dʒˈɛntəl dˈʌv hˌuː ɹˈɪɹd jˈʌŋ ˈiːɡlɪts, mˈaɪt, ɪn wˈɑːtʃɪŋ ðoʊz bˈoʊld bˈɜːdlɪŋz tˈeɪk ðɛɹ flˈaɪt, fˈiːl wʌt ðæt mˈʌðɚ fˈɛlt hˌuː sˈɔː hɜː sˈʌnz ɹˈʌʃ fɹʌm hɜː lˈʌvɪŋ ˈɑːɹmz, tə fˈeɪs dˈɛθ dˈiːlɪŋ ɡˈʌnz.