text_original: One who never turned his back but marched breast forward, Never doubted clouds would break, Never dreamed, though right were worsted, wrong would triumph, Held we fall to rise, are baffled to fight better, Sleep to wake.
text_transcription: ONE WHO NEVER TURNED HIS BACK BUT MARCHED BREAST FORWARD NEVER DOUBTED CLOUDS WOULD BREAK NEVER DREAMED THOUGH RIGHT WERE WORSTED WRONG WOULD TRIUMPH HELD WE FALL TO RISE ARE BAFFLED TO FIGHT BETTER SLEEP TO WAKE
phonemes: wˈʌn hˌuː nˈɛvɚ tˈɜːnd hɪz bˈæk bˌʌt mˈɑːɹtʃt bɹˈɛst fˈɔːɹwɚd, nˈɛvɚ dˈaʊɾᵻd klˈaʊdz wʊd bɹˈeɪk, nˈɛvɚ dɹˈiːmd, ðˌoʊ ɹˈaɪt wɜː wˈɜːstᵻd, ɹˈɔŋ wʊd tɹˈaɪʌmf, hˈɛld wiː fˈɔːl tə ɹˈaɪz, ɑːɹ bˈæfəld tə fˈaɪt bˈɛɾɚ, slˈiːp tə wˈeɪk.