text_original: _ Farewell, farewell, old Fifty five! to thee, This circling ball no longer homage yields; Thy record's closed, and frail humanity Stands trembling 'neath the rod that conscience wields.
text_transcription: FAREWELL FAREWELL OLD FIFTY FIVE TO THEE THIS CIRCLING BALL NO LONGER HOMAGE YIELDS THY RECORDS CLOSED AND FRAIL HUMANITY STANDS TREMBLING NEATH THE ROD THAT CONSCIENCE WIELDS
phonemes: fɛɹwˈɛl, fɛɹwˈɛl, ˈoʊld fˈɪfti fˈaɪv! tə ðˈiː, ðɪs sˈɜːklɪŋ bˈɔːl nˌoʊ lˈɑːŋɡɚ hˈɑːmɪdʒ jˈiːldz; ðˌaɪ ɹˈɛkɚdz klˈoʊzd, ænd fɹˈeɪl hjuːmˈænᵻɾi stˈændz tɹˈɛmblɪŋ nˈiːθ ðə ɹˈɑːd ðæt kˈɑːnʃəns wˈiːldz.