text_original: He seeks the cradle of the dawn, Where Freedom's sun proclaims the morn   This day we'll give to joy at least; This day the light dawns in the East, And soon beneath its genial ray North, South, East, West, shall feel 'tis day.
text_transcription: HE SEEKS THE CRADLE OF THE DAWN WHERE FREEDOM'S SUN PROCLAIMS THE MORN THIS DAY WILL GIVE TO JOY AT LEAST THIS DAY THE LIGHT DAWNS IN THE EAST AND SOON BENEATH ITS GENIAL RAY NORTH SOUTH EAST WEST SHALL FEEL THIS DAY
phonemes: hiː sˈiːks ðə kɹˈeɪdəl ʌvðə dˈɔːn, wˌɛɹ fɹˈiːdəmz sˈʌn pɹəklˈeɪmz ðə mˈɔːɹn ðɪs dˈeɪ wiːl ɡˈɪv tə dʒˈɔɪ æt lˈiːst; ðɪs dˈeɪ ðə lˈaɪt dˈɔːnz ɪnðɪ ˈiːst, ænd sˈuːn bᵻnˌiːθ ɪts dʒˈiːnɪəl ɹˈeɪ nˈɔːɹθ, sˈaʊθ, ˈiːst, wˈɛst, ʃˌæl fˈiːl tˈɪz dˈeɪ.