text_original: Thou livest in the life of all good things; What words thou spak'st for Freedom shall not die; Thou sleepest not, for now thy Love hath wings To soar where hence thy Hope could hardly fly.
text_transcription: THOU LIVEST IN THE LIFE OF ALL GOOD THINGS WHAT WORDS THOU'ST FOR FREEDOM SHALL NOT DIE THOU SLEEPEST NOT FOR NOW THY LOVE HATH WINGS TO SOAR WHERE HENCE THY HOPE COULD HARDLY FLY
phonemes: ðˈaʊ lˈaɪvst ɪnðə lˈaɪf ʌv ˈɔːl ɡˈʊd θˈɪŋz; wˌʌt wˈɜːdz ðˈaʊ spˈækst fɔːɹ fɹˈiːdəm ʃˌæl nˌɑːt dˈaɪ; ðˈaʊ slˈiːpɪst nˈɑːt, fɔːɹ nˈaʊ ðˌaɪ lˈʌv hæθ wˈɪŋz tə sˈɔːɹ wˌɛɹ hˈɛns ðˌaɪ hˈoʊp kʊd hˈɑːɹdli flˈaɪ.