text_original: And now the centuries have cycled by, Till thou art all forgotten by the throng That lauds the great Pathfinder of the deep. It matters not in that infinitude Of space, where thou dost guide thy spirit bark To undiscovered lands, supremely fair.
text_transcription: AND NOW THE CENTURIES HAVE CYCLED BY TILL THOU ART ALL FORGOTTEN BY THE THRONG THAT LAUDS THE GREAT PATHFINDER OF THE DEEP IT MATTERS NOT IN THAT INFINITUDE OF SPACE WHERE THOU DOST GUIDE THY SPIRIT BARK TO UNDISCOVERED LANDS SUPREMELY FAIR
phonemes: ænd nˈaʊ ðə sˈɛntʃɚɹiz hæv sˈaɪkəld bˈaɪ, tˈɪl ðˈaʊ ˈɑːɹt ˈɔːl fɚɡˈɑːʔn̩ baɪ ðə θɹˈɔŋ ðæt lˈɔːdz ðə ɡɹˈeɪt pˈæθfaɪndɚɹ ʌvðə dˈiːp. ɪt mˈæɾɚz nˌɑːt ɪn ðæt ɪnfˈɪnɪtˌuːd ʌv spˈeɪs, wˌɛɹ ðˈaʊ dˈɑːst ɡˈaɪd ðˌaɪ spˈɪɹɪt bˈɑːɹk tʊ ʌndɪskˈʌvɚd lˈændz, suːpɹˈiːmli fˈɛɹ.