text_original: Like slaves that ply in the galley's den the laboring oar, through sin and wrong, The soul plods on, and heaven is gone; we can but suffer and yet be strong.
text_transcription: LIKE SLAVES THAT PLY IN THE GALLEYS STAND THE LAB'RING ORE THROUGH SIN AND WRONG THE SOUL PLODS ON AND HEAVEN IS GONE WE CAN BUT SUFFER AND YET BE STRONG
phonemes: lˈaɪk slˈeɪvz ðæt plˈaɪ ɪnðə ɡˈælɪz dˈɛn ðə lˈeɪbɚɹɪŋ ˈɔːɹ, θɹuː sˈɪn ænd ɹˈɔŋ, ðə sˈoʊl plˈɑːdz ˈɔn, ænd hˈɛvən ɪz ɡˈɔn; wiː kæn bˌʌt sˈʌfɚɹ ænd jˈɛt biː stɹˈɔŋ.