text_original: Yet gaze around,  how few remain, Who, in this land, first shared our joy or pain! Nor doubt we, honoured dead, our loss has been your gain.
text_transcription: YET GAZE AROUND HOW FEW REMAIN WHO IN THIS LAND FIRST SHARED OUR JOY OR PAIN NOR DOUBT WE HONOR DEAD OUR LOSS HAS BEEN YOUR GAIN
phonemes: jˈɛt ɡˈeɪz ɚɹˈaʊnd,  hˌaʊ fjˈuː ɹᵻmˈeɪn, hˈuː, ɪn ðɪs lˈænd, fˈɜːst ʃˈɛɹd ˌaʊɚ dʒˈɔɪ ɔːɹ pˈeɪn! nˈɔːɹ dˈaʊt wiː, ˈɑːnɚd dˈɛd, ˌaʊɚ lˈɔs hˈæzbiːn jʊɹ ɡˈeɪn.