text_original: O why should the spirit of mortal be proud? Like a fast flitting meteor, a fast flying cloud, A flash of the lightning, a break of the wave, He passes from life to his rest in the grave.
text_transcription: OH WHY SHOULD THE SPIRIT OF MORTAL BE PROUD LIKE A FAST FLITTING METEOR A FAST FLYING CLOUD A FLASH OF THE LIGHTNING A BREAK OF THE WAVE HE PASSES FROM LIFE TO HIS REST IN THE GRAVE
phonemes: ˈoʊ wˌaɪ ʃˌʊd ðə spˈɪɹɪt ʌv mˈɔːɹɾəl biː pɹˈaʊd? lˈaɪk ɐ fˈæst flˈɪɾɪŋ mˈiːɾɪɚ, ɐ fˈæst flˈaɪɪŋ klˈaʊd, ɐ flˈæʃ ʌvðə lˈaɪtnɪŋ, ɐ bɹˈeɪk ʌvðə wˈeɪv, hiː pˈæsᵻz fɹʌm lˈaɪf tə hɪz ɹˈɛst ɪnðə ɡɹˈeɪv.