text_original: How he strove with sword, tongue, pen, As soldier, statesman, writer! giving all The glorious dower of his heart and brain To us and God: until He took again The life, which could we, we would fain recall.
text_transcription: HOW HE STROVE WITH SWORD TONGUE PEN AS SOLDIER STATESMAN WRITER GIVING ALL THE GLORIOUS STOWER OF HIS HEART AND BRAIN TO US AND GOD UNTIL HE TOOK AGAIN THE LIFE WHICH COULD WE WE WOULD FAIN RECALL
phonemes: hˌaʊ hiː stɹˈoʊv wɪð sˈɔːɹd, tˈʌŋ, pˈɛn, æz sˈoʊldʒɚ, stˈeɪtsmən, ɹˈaɪɾɚ! ɡˈɪvɪŋ ˈɔːl ðə ɡlˈɔːɹiəs dˈaʊɚɹ ʌv hɪz hˈɑːɹt ænd bɹˈeɪn tʊ ˌʌs ænd ɡˈɑːd: ʌntˈɪl hiː tˈʊk ɐɡˈɛn ðə lˈaɪf, wˌɪtʃ kˈʊd wiː, wiː wʊd fˈeɪn ɹˈiːkɔːl.