text_original: Farewell, old Fifty five! bright o'er thy days, Celestial truth has flung her radiant bow; Benignant from her throne she stoops to raise Each moiling slave of ignorance and woe.
text_transcription: FAREWELL O FIFTY FIVE BRIGHT OVER THY DAYS CELESTIAL TRUTH HAS FLUNG HER RADIANT BOW BENIGNANT FROM HER THRONE SHE STOOPS TO RAISE EACH MOILING SLAVE OF IGNORANCE AND WOE
phonemes: fɛɹwˈɛl, ˈoʊld fˈɪfti fˈaɪv! bɹˈaɪt ˈɔːɹ ðˌaɪ dˈeɪz, səlˈɛstjəl tɹˈuːθ hɐz flˈʌŋ hɜː ɹˈeɪdiənt bˈoʊ; bᵻnˈɪɡnənt fɹʌm hɜː θɹˈoʊn ʃiː stˈuːps tə ɹˈeɪz ˈiːtʃ mˈɔɪlɪŋ slˈeɪv ʌv ˈɪɡnɚɹəns ænd wˈoʊ.