text_original: Farewell, old Fifty five! the visions fair Which down thy sparkling vista erst appeared, Beguiling Mammon's votaries with the glare Of sordid wealth in pile on pile upreared, Have flitted past, and left a blank, uncheered By one bright gleam, in many an aching breast.
text_transcription: FAREWELL OLD FIFTY FIVE THE VISIONS FAIR WHICH DOWN THY SPARKLING VISTA ERST APPEARED BEGUILING MAMMON'S VOTARIES WITH THE GLARE OF SORDID WEALTH IN PILE ON PILE UPREARED HAVE FLITTED PAST AND LEFT THE BLANK UNCHEERED BY ONE BRIGHT GLEAM IN MANY AN ACHING BREAST
phonemes: fɛɹwˈɛl, ˈoʊld fˈɪfti fˈaɪv! ðə vˈɪʒənz fˈɛɹ wˌɪtʃ dˌaʊn ðˌaɪ spˈɑːɹklɪŋ vˈɪstə ˈɜːst ɐpˈɪɹd, bᵻɡˈaɪlɪŋ mˈæmənz vˈɑːɾɚɹiz wɪððə ɡlˈɛɹ ʌv sˈɔːɹdɪd wˈɛlθ ɪn pˈaɪl ˌɔn pˈaɪl ˈʌpɹɪɹd, hæv flˈɪɾᵻd pˈæst, ænd lˈɛft ɐ blˈæŋk, ʌntʃˈɪɹd baɪ wˈʌn bɹˈaɪt ɡlˈiːm, ɪn mˈɛni ɐn ˈeɪkɪŋ bɹˈɛst.