text_original: A grateful continent shall pour Her griefs for him whose face we see no more: And mourn as great a man as ever touched her shore. Mourn, soil of grief, your champion bold, Whose work is done; Mourn, land of Ham, as Egypt did of old, For Jacob's son. The mighty falls!
text_transcription: A GRATEFUL CONTINENT SHALL POUR HER GRIEFS FOR HIM WHOSE FACE WE SEE NO MORE AND MORE AS GREAT A MAN AS EVER TOUCHED HER SHORE MOURN SOIL OF GRIEF YOUR CHAMPION BOLD WHOSE WORK IS DONE MOURN LAND OF HAM AS EGYPT DID OF OLD FOR JACOB'S SON THE MIGHTY FALLS
phonemes: ɐ ɡɹˈeɪtfəl kˈɑːntɪnənt ʃˌæl pˈɔːɹ hɜː ɡɹˈiːfs fɔːɹ hˌɪm hˌuːz fˈeɪs wiː sˈiː nˈoʊmˌɔːɹ: ænd mˈɔːɹn æz ɡɹˈeɪt ɐ mˈæn æz ˈɛvɚ tˈʌtʃt hɜː ʃˈɔːɹ. mˈɔːɹn, sˈɔɪl ʌv ɡɹˈiːf, jʊɹ tʃˈæmpiən bˈoʊld, hˌuːz wˈɜːk ɪz dˈʌn; mˈɔːɹn, lˈænd ʌv hˈæm, æz ˈiːdʒɪpt dˈɪd ʌv ˈoʊld, fɔːɹ dʒˈeɪkəbz sˈʌn. ðə mˈaɪɾi fˈɔːlz!