text_original: Some of thy stern, unyielding might, Enduring still through day and night Rude tempest shock and withering blight,   That I may keep at bay The changeful April sky of chance And the strong tide of circumstance,   Give me, old granite gray.
text_transcription: SOME OF THY STERN UNYIELDING MIGHT ENDURING STILL THROUGH DAY AND NIGHT RUDE TEMPEST SHOCK AND WITHERING BLIGHT THAT I MAY KEEP AT BAY THE CHANGEFUL APRIL SKY OF CHANCE AND THE STRONG TIDE OF CIRCUMSTANCE GIVE ME OLD GRANITE GRAY
phonemes: sˌʌm ʌv ðˌaɪ stˈɜːn, ʌnjˈiːldɪŋ mˈaɪt, ɛndˈʊɹɹɪŋ stˈɪl θɹuː dˈeɪ ænd nˈaɪt ɹˈuːd tˈɛmpɪst ʃˈɑːk ænd wˈɪðɚɹɪŋ blˈaɪt,   ðæt aɪ mˈeɪ kˈiːp æt bˈeɪ ðə tʃˈeɪndʒfəl ˈeɪpɹəl skˈaɪ ʌv tʃˈæns ænd ðə stɹˈɔŋ tˈaɪd ʌv sˈɜːkəmstˌæns,   ɡˈɪv mˌiː, ˈoʊld ɡɹˈænɪt ɡɹˈeɪ.