text_original: Let us rather love to mark How the unextinguished spark Will shine through the thin disguise Of our customs, pomps, and lies, And, not seldom blown to flame, Vindicate its ancient claim.
text_transcription: LET US RATHER LOVE TO MARK HOW THE UNEXTINGUISHED SPARK WILL SHINE THROUGH THE THIN DISGUISE OF OUR CUSTOMS POMPS AND LIES AND NOT SELDOM BLOWN TO FLAME VINDICATE ITS ANCIENT CLAIM
phonemes: lˈɛt ˌʌs ɹˈæðɚ lˈʌv tə mˈɑːɹk hˌaʊ ðɪ ˌʌnɛkstˈɪŋɡwɪʃt spˈɑːɹk wɪl ʃˈaɪn θɹuː ðə θˈɪn dɪsɡˈaɪz ʌv ˌaʊɚ kˈʌstəmz, pˈɑːmps, ænd lˈaɪz, ænd, nˌɑːt sˈɛldəm blˈoʊn tə flˈeɪm, vˈɪndᵻkˌeɪt ɪts ˈeɪntʃənt klˈeɪm.