text_original: On the swift maelstrom of the eddying world We hurl our woes, and think they are no more. But round and round by dizzy billows whirled, They reach out sinewy arms and swim to shore.
text_transcription: ON THE SWIFT MALSTROM OF THE EDDYING WORLD WE HURL OUR WOES AND THINK THEY ARE NO MORE BUT ROUND AND ROUND BY DIZZY BILLOWS WHIRLED THEY REACH OUT SINEWY ARMS AND SWIM TO SHORE
phonemes: ɔnðə swˈɪft mˈeɪlstɹɑːm ʌvðɪ ˈɛdɪɪŋ wˈɜːld wiː hˈɜːl ˌaʊɚ wˈoʊz, ænd θˈɪŋk ðeɪ ɑːɹ nˈoʊmˌɔːɹ. bˌʌt ɹˈaʊnd ænd ɹˈaʊnd baɪ dˈɪzi bˈɪloʊz wˈɜːld, ðeɪ ɹˈiːtʃ ˈaʊt sˈɪnjuːi ˈɑːɹmz ænd swˈɪm tə ʃˈɔːɹ.