text_original: O Friend! The lip is brave, the heart is weak. Stay near. The runner faints  the torch falls pale. Save me the flame that mounteth ever higher! Grows it so dark? I lift mine eyes to _thine_; Blazing within them, steadfast, pure, and strong, Against the wind there fights the eternal fire.
text_transcription: O FRIEND THE LIP IS BRAVE THE HEART IS WEAK STAY NEAR THE RUNNER FAINTS THE TORCH FALLS PALE SAVE ME THE FLAME THAT MOUNTETH EVER HIGHER GROWS IT SO DARK I LIFT MINE EYES TO THINE BLAZING WITHIN THEM STEADFAST PURE AND STRONG AGAINST THE WIND THERE FIGHTS THE ETERNAL FIRE
phonemes: ˈoʊ fɹˈɛnd! ðə lˈɪp ɪz bɹˈeɪv, ðə hˈɑːɹt ɪz wˈiːk. stˈeɪ nˈɪɹ. ðə ɹˈʌnɚ fˈeɪnts ðə tˈɔːɹtʃ fˈɔːlz pˈeɪl. sˈeɪv mˌiː ðə flˈeɪm ðæt mˈaʊntəθ ˈɛvɚ hˈaɪɚ! ɡɹˈoʊz ɪt sˌoʊ dˈɑːɹk? aɪ lˈɪft mˈaɪn ˈaɪz tə ðˈaɪn; blˈeɪzɪŋ wɪðˈɪn ðˌɛm, stˈɛdfæst, pjˈʊɹ, ænd stɹˈɔŋ, ɐɡˈɛnst ðə wˈɪnd ðɛɹ fˈaɪts ðɪ ɪtˈɜːnəl fˈaɪɚ.