text_original: To the tall crest we gaze in self command, Assured the world's our own and we may dare To raise our Babel thro' forbidden aisles And hold the skirt of knowledge in our hand, Great in our moment, spurn the world's despair; While Heaven looks down through calm unmeasured miles.
text_transcription: TO THE TALL CREST WE GAZE IN SELF COMMAND ASSURE THE WORLD'S OUR OWN AND WE MAY DARE TO RAISE OUR BABEL THROUGH FORBIDDEN ISLES AND HOLD THE SKIRT OF KNOWLEDGE IN OUR HAND GREAT IN OUR MOMENT SPURN THE WORLD'S DESPAIR WHILE HEAVEN LOOKS DOWN THROUGH CALM UNMEASURED MILES
phonemes: tə ðə tˈɔːl kɹˈɛst wiː ɡˈeɪz ɪn sˈɛlf kəmˈænd, əʃˈʊɹd ðə wˈɜːldz ˌaʊɚɹ ˈoʊn ænd wiː mˈeɪ dˈɛɹ tə ɹˈeɪz ˌaʊɚ bˈeɪbəl θɹˈoʊ fɚbˈɪdən ˈaɪəlz ænd hˈoʊld ðə skˈɜːt ʌv nˈɑːlɪdʒ ɪn ˌaʊɚ hˈænd, ɡɹˈeɪt ɪn ˌaʊɚ mˈoʊmənt, spˈɜːn ðə wˈɜːldz dᵻspˈɛɹ; wˌaɪl hˈɛvən lˈʊks dˌaʊn θɹuː kˈɑːm ʌnmˈɛʒɚd mˈaɪlz.