text_original: Slowly the Bible of the race is writ, And not on paper leaves nor leaves of stone; Each age, each kindred adds a verse to it, Texts of despair or hope, of joy or moan.
text_transcription: SLOWLY THE BIBLE OF THE RACE IS WRIT AND NOT ON PAPER LEAVES NOR LEAVES OF STONE EACH AGE EACH KINDRED ADDS A VERSE TO IT TACTS OF DESPAIR OR HOPE OF JOY OR MOAN
phonemes: slˈoʊli ðə bˈaɪbəl ʌvðə ɹˈeɪs ɪz ɹˈɪt, ænd nˌɑːt ˌɔn pˈeɪpɚ lˈiːvz nˈɔːɹ lˈiːvz ʌv stˈoʊn; ˈiːtʃ ˈeɪdʒ, ˈiːtʃ kˈɪndɹɪd ˈædz ɐ vˈɜːs tʊ ɪt, tˈɛksts ʌv dᵻspˈɛɹ ɔːɹ hˈoʊp, ʌv dʒˈɔɪ ɔːɹ mˈoʊn.