text_original: "For ruling men, lo! all the charm I had; My soul, in those coarse vestments ever clad, Still to the unstained past kept true and leal, Still on these plains could breathe her mountain air, And Fortune's heaviest gifts serenely bear, Which bend men from the truth, and make them reel.
text_transcription: FOR RULING MAN LO ALL THE CHARM I HAD MY SOUL IN THOSE COARSE VESTMENTS EVER CLAD STILL TO THE UNSTAINED PAST KEPT TRUE AND LEAL STILL ON THESE PLAINS COULD BREATHE HER MOUNTAIN AIR AND FORTUNE'S HEAVIEST GIFTS SERENELY BARE WHICH BEND MEN FROM THE TRUTH AND MADE THEM REAL
phonemes: "fɔːɹ ɹˈuːlɪŋ mˈɛn, lˈoʊ! ˈɔːl ðə tʃˈɑːɹm aɪ hˈæd; maɪ sˈoʊl, ɪn ðoʊz kˈɔːɹs vˈɛstmənts ˈɛvɚ klˈæd, stˈɪl tə ðɪ ʌnstˈeɪnd pˈæst kˈɛpt tɹˈuː ænd lˈiːl, stˈɪl ˌɔn ðiːz plˈeɪnz kʊd bɹˈiːð hɜː mˈaʊntɪn ˈɛɹ, ænd fˈɔːɹtʃʊnz hˈɛviɪst ɡˈɪfts sɚɹˈiːnli bˈɛɹ, wˌɪtʃ bˈɛnd mˈɛn fɹʌmðə tɹˈuːθ, ænd mˌeɪk ðˌɛm ɹˈiːl.