text_original: It may be haply in the songs of old His deeds were wonders to sweet music set, His name the thunder of a battle call, Among the things forgotten and untold; His only record is the dead man's threat,   "An hour will come that shall atone for all!"
text_transcription: IT MAY BE HAPPY IN THE SONGS OF OLD HIS DEEDS WERE WONDERS TO SWEET MUSIC SET HIS NAME THE THUNDER OF A BATTLE CALL AMONG THE THINGS FORGOTTEN AND UNTOLD HIS ONLY RECORD IS THE DEAD MAN'S THREAT AN HOUR WILL COME THAT SHALL ATONE FOR ALL
phonemes: ɪt mˈeɪ biː hˈæpli ɪnðə sˈɔŋz ʌv ˈoʊld hɪz dˈiːdz wɜː wˈʌndɚz tə swˈiːt mjˈuːzɪk sˈɛt, hɪz nˈeɪm ðə θˈʌndɚɹ əvə bˈæɾəl kˈɔːl, ɐmˌʌŋ ðə θˈɪŋz fɚɡˈɑːʔn̩ ænd ʌntˈoʊld; hɪz ˈoʊnli ɹˈɛkɚd ɪz ðə dˈɛd mˈænz θɹˈɛt,   "ɐn ˈaʊɚ wɪl kˈʌm ðæt ʃˌæl ɐtˈoʊn fɔːɹ ˈɔːl!"