text_original: Embark for that far mysterious realm, Whence the fathomless, trackless waters flow. Shall I see a Presence dim, and know A Gracious Hand upon the helm, Nor be afraid to go?
text_transcription: EMBARK FOR THAT FAR MYSTERIOUS REALM WHENCE THE FATHOMLESS TRACKLESS WATERS FLOW SHALL I SEE A PRESENCE DIM AND KNOW A GRACIOUS HAND UPON THE HELM NOR BE AFRAID TO GO
phonemes: ɛmbˈɑːɹk fɔːɹ ðæt fˈɑːɹ mɪstˈɪɹiəs ɹˈɛlm, wˈɛns ðə fˈæðəmləs, tɹˈækləs wˈɔːɾɚz flˈoʊ. ʃˌæl aɪ sˈiː ɐ pɹˈɛzəns dˈɪm, ænd nˈoʊ ɐ ɡɹˈeɪʃəs hˈænd əpˌɑːn ðə hˈɛlm, nˈɔːɹ biː ɐfɹˈeɪd tə ɡˈoʊ?