text_original: "O, thou wise and good Creator, Why my birth and what my service? I shall never fall and perish On the ice plains, in the marshes, Never be a bridge in swamp land, Not while I have arms of virtue That can serve my honored kindred!"
text_transcription: O THOU WISE AND GOOD CREATOR WHY MY BIRTH AND WHAT MY SERVICE I SHALL NEVER FALL AND PERISH ON THE ICE PLAINS IN THE MARSHES NEVER BE A BRIDGE IN SWAMPLANT NOT WHILE I HAVE ARMS OF VIRTUE THAT CAN SERVE MY HONORED KINDRED
phonemes: "ˈoʊ, ðˈaʊ wˈaɪz ænd ɡˈʊd kɹiːˈeɪɾɚ, wˌaɪ maɪ bˈɜːθ ænd wʌt maɪ sˈɜːvɪs? aɪʃˌɐl nˈɛvɚ fˈɔːl ænd pˈɛɹɪʃ ɔnðɪ ˈaɪs plˈeɪnz, ɪnðə mˈɑːɹʃᵻz, nˈɛvɚ biː ɐ bɹˈɪdʒ ɪn swˈɑːmp lˈænd, nˌɑːt wˌaɪl aɪ hæv ˈɑːɹmz ʌv vˈɜːtʃuː ðæt kæn sˈɜːv maɪ ˈɑːnɚd kˈɪndɹɪd!"