text_original: Girdled with gates of brass in every part, Prisoned and bound in vain, 'tis mine to rise Through sparkling fields of air to pierce the skies, Sped and accoutred by no doubting heart, Till, raised on clouds of contemplation vast, Light, leader, law, Creator, I attain at last.
text_transcription: GIRDLED WITH GATES OF BRASS IN EVERY PART PRISONED AND BOUND IN VAIN TIS MINE TO RISE THROUGH SPARKLING FIELDS OF AIR TO PIERCE THE SKIES SPED AND ACCOUTED BY NO DOUBTING HEART TILL RAISED ON CLOUDS OF CONTEMPLATION VAST LIGHT LEADER LAW CREATOR I ATTAIN AT LAST
phonemes: ɡˈɜːdəld wɪð ɡˈeɪts ʌv bɹˈæs ɪn ˈɛvɹi pˈɑːɹt, pɹˈɪzənd ænd bˈaʊnd ɪn vˈeɪn, tˈɪz mˈaɪn tə ɹˈaɪz θɹuː spˈɑːɹklɪŋ fˈiːldz ʌv ˈɛɹ tə pˈɪɹs ðə skˈaɪz, spˈɛd ænd ɐkˈuːtɹɪd baɪ nˈoʊ dˈaʊɾɪŋ hˈɑːɹt, tˈɪl, ɹˈeɪzd ˌɔn klˈaʊdz ʌv kˌɑːntəmplˈeɪʃən vˈæst, lˈaɪt, lˈiːdɚ, lˈɔː, kɹiːˈeɪɾɚ, aɪ ɐtˈeɪn æt lˈæst.