text_original: And the centuries bloom o'er his barrow. But for us,  have we mastered it quite, The old riddle, that sweet is strong's outcome, the old marvel, that meekness is might, That the child is the leader of lions, that forgiveness is force at its height?
text_transcription: AND THE CENTURIES BLOOM OVER HIS BARROW BUT FOR US HAVE WE MASTERED IT QUITE THE OLD RIDDLE THAT SWEET IS STRONG'S OUTCOME THE OLD MARVEL THAT MEEKNESS IS MIGHT THAT THE CHILD IS THE LEADER OF LIONS THAT FORGIVENESS IS FORCE AT ITS HEIGHT
phonemes: ænd ðə sˈɛntʃɚɹiz blˈuːm ˈɔːɹ hɪz bˈæɹoʊ. bˌʌt fɔːɹ ˌʌs,  hæv wiː mˈæstɚd ɪt kwˈaɪt, ðɪ ˈoʊld ɹˈɪdəl, ðæt swˈiːt ɪz stɹˈɔŋz ˈaʊtkʌm, ðɪ ˈoʊld mˈɑːɹvəl, ðæt mˈiːknəs ɪz mˈaɪt, ðætðə tʃˈaɪld ɪz ðə lˈiːdɚɹ ʌv lˈaɪənz, ðæt fɚɡˈɪvnəs ɪz fˈɔːɹs æɾ ɪts hˈaɪt?