text_original: Seeing her way blocked, and all hope of escape gone, with one wild cry she clasped her hands above her head, sprang into the Potomac, and was swept into that land beyond the River Death, where alone was hope for the American slave.
text_transcription: SEEING HER WAY BLOCKED AND ALL HOPE OF ESCAPE GONE WITH ONE WILD CRY SHE CLASPED HER HANDS ABOVE HER HEAD SPRANG INTO THE PO TO MAC AND WAS SWEPT INTO THAT LAND BEYOND THE RIVER DEATH WHERE ALONE WAS HOPE FOR THE AMERICAN SLAVE
phonemes: sˈiːɪŋ hɜː wˈeɪ blˈɑːkt, ænd ˈɔːl hˈoʊp ʌv ɛskˈeɪp ɡˈɔn, wɪð wˈʌn wˈaɪld kɹˈaɪ ʃiː klˈæspt hɜː hˈændz əbˌʌv hɜː hˈɛd, spɹˈæŋ ˌɪntʊ ðə pətˈoʊmək, ænd wʌz swˈɛpt ˌɪntʊ ðæt lˈænd bᵻjˌɔnd ðə ɹˈɪvɚ dˈɛθ, wˌɛɹ ɐlˈoʊn wʌz hˈoʊp fɚðɪ ɐmˈɛɹɪkən slˈeɪv.