text_original: So when a hundred years and ten Bring round the cycle, game and song Three days, three nights, shall charm again The festal throng. Ye too, ye Fates, whose righteous doom, Declared but once, is sure as heaven, Link on new blessings, yet to come, To blessings given!
text_transcription: SO WHEN A HUNDRED YEARS AND TEN BRING ROUND THE CYCLE GAME AND SONG THREE DAYS THREE NIGHTS SHALL CHARM AGAIN THE FESTAL THRONG YE TOO YE FATES WHOSE RIGHTEOUS DOOM DECLARED BUT ONCE AS SURE AS HEAVEN LINK ON NEW BLESSINGS YET TO COME TO BLESSINGS GIVEN
phonemes: sˌoʊ wɛn ɐ hˈʌndɹɪd jˈɪɹz ænd tˈɛn bɹˈɪŋ ɹˈaʊnd ðə sˈaɪkəl, ɡˈeɪm ænd sˈɔŋ θɹˈiː dˈeɪz, θɹˈiː nˈaɪts, ʃˌæl tʃˈɑːɹm ɐɡˈɛn ðə fˈɛstəl θɹˈɔŋ. jiː tˈuː, jiː fˈeɪts, hˌuːz ɹˈaɪtʃəs dˈuːm, dᵻklˈɛɹd bˌʌt wˈʌns, ɪz ʃˈʊɹ æz hˈɛvən, lˈɪŋk ˌɔn nˈuː blˈɛsɪŋz, jˈɛt tə kˈʌm, tə blˈɛsɪŋz ɡˈɪvən!