text_original: xxiii INTRODUCTION But we have only one mother country, only one life in which to grow up into the knowledge and history of a land, to learn as children her monuments and streets and her memorial phrases, to gaze upon her relics, to hear from the lips of her people the tales of events within their own recollection.
text_transcription: BUT WE HAVE ONLY ONE MOTHER COUNTRY ONLY ONE LIFE IN WHICH TO GROW UP INTO THE KNOWLEDGE AND HISTORY OF A LAND TO LEARN AS CHILDREN HER MONUMENTS AND STREETS AND HER MEMORIAL PHRASES TO GAZE UPON HER RELICS TO HEAR FROM THE LIPS OF HER PEOPLE THE TALES OF EVENTS WITHIN THEIR OWN RECOLLECTION
phonemes: ɹˌoʊmən twˈɛnti θɹˈiː ˌɪntɹədˈʌkʃən bˌʌt wiː hæv ˈoʊnli wˈʌn mˈʌðɚ kˈʌntɹi, ˈoʊnli wˈʌn lˈaɪf ɪnwˌɪtʃ tə ɡɹˈoʊ ˌʌp ˌɪntʊ ðə nˈɑːlɪdʒ ænd hˈɪstɚɹi əvə lˈænd, tə lˈɜːn æz tʃˈɪldɹən hɜː mˈɑːnjuːmənts ænd stɹˈiːts ænd hɜː məmˈɔːɹɪəl fɹˈeɪzᵻz, tə ɡˈeɪz əpˌɑːn hɜː ɹˈɛlɪks, tə hˈɪɹ fɹʌmðə lˈɪps ʌv hɜː pˈiːpəl ðə tˈeɪlz ʌv ᵻvˈɛnts wɪðˌɪn ðɛɹ ˈoʊn ɹˌɛkəlˈɛkʃən.