text_original: Great Nature is an army gay, Resistless marching on its way ; I hear the bugles clear and sweet, I hear the tread of million feet. Across the plain I see it pour; It tramples down the waving grass ; NATURES INFLUENCE. 17 Within the echoing mountain pass I hear a thousand cannon roar. It swarms within my garden gate ; My deepest well it drinketh dry.
text_transcription: GREAT NATURE IS AN ARMY GAY RESISTLESS MARCHING ON ITS WAY I HEAR THE BUGLES CLEAR AND SWEET I HEAR THE TREAD OF A MILLION FEET ACROSS THE PLAIN I SEE IT POUR IT TREMBLES DOWN THE WAVING GRASS WITHIN THE ECHOING MOUNTAIN PATHS I HEAR A THOUSAND CANNON ROAR IT SWARMS WITHIN MY GARDEN GATE MY DEEPEST WELL IT DRINKETH DRY
phonemes: ɡɹˈeɪt nˈeɪtʃɚɹ ɪz ɐn ˈɑːɹmi ɡˈeɪ, ɹᵻzˈɪstləs mˈɑːɹtʃɪŋ ˌɔn ɪts wˈeɪ ; aɪ hˈɪɹ ðə bjˈuːɡəlz klˈɪɹ ænd swˈiːt, aɪ hˈɪɹ ðə tɹˈɛd ʌv mˈɪliən fˈiːt. əkɹˌɑːs ðə plˈeɪn aɪ sˈiː ɪt pˈɔːɹ; ɪt tɹˈæmpəlz dˌaʊn ðə wˈeɪvɪŋ ɡɹˈæs ; nˈeɪtʃɚz ˈɪnfluːəns. sˈɛvəntˌiːn wɪðˌɪn ðɪ ˈɛkoʊɪŋ mˈaʊntɪn pˈæs aɪ hˈɪɹ ɐ θˈaʊzənd kˈænən ɹˈɔːɹ. ɪt swˈɔːɹmz wɪðˌɪn maɪ ɡˈɑːɹdən ɡˈeɪt ; maɪ dˈiːpɪst wˈɛl ɪt dɹˈɪŋkəθ dɹˈaɪ.