text_original: O Truth! O Freedom! how are ye still born In the rude stable, in the manger nursed! What humble hands unbar those gates of morn Through which the splendors of the New Day burst!
text_transcription: O TRUTH O FREEDOM HOW ARE YE STILL BORN IN THE RUDE STABLE IN THE MANGE UNNURSED WHAT HUMBLE HANDS UNBAR THOSE GATES OF MORN THROUGH WHICH THE SPLENDORS OF THE NEW DAY BURST
phonemes: ˈoʊ tɹˈuːθ! ˈoʊ fɹˈiːdəm! hˌaʊ ɑːɹ jiː stˈɪl bˈɔːɹn ɪnðə ɹˈuːd stˈeɪbəl, ɪnðə mˈeɪndʒɚ nˈɜːsd! wˌʌt hˈʌmbəl hˈændz ʌnbˈɑːɹ ðoʊz ɡˈeɪts ʌv mˈɔːɹn θɹuː wˌɪtʃ ðə splˈɛndɚz ʌvðə nˈuː dˈeɪ bˈɜːst!