text_original: Her public is the noon, Her providence the sun, Her progress by the bee proclaimed In sovereign, swerveless tune. The bravest of the host, Surrendering the last, Nor even of defeat aware When cancelled by the frost.
text_transcription: HER PUBLIC IS THE NOON HER PROVIDENCE THE SUN HER PROGRESS BY THE BEE PROCLAIMED IN SOVEREIGN SWERVELESS TUNE THE BRAVEST OF THE HOST SURRENDERING THE LAST NOR EVEN OF DEFEAT AWARE WHEN CANCELLED BY THE FROST
phonemes: hɜː pˈʌblɪk ɪz ðə nˈuːn, hɜː pɹˈɑːvɪdəns ðə sˈʌn, hɜː pɹˈɑːɡɹɛs baɪ ðə bˈiː pɹəklˈeɪmd ɪn sˈɑːvɚɹˌɪn, swˈɜːvləs tˈuːn. ðə bɹˈeɪvɪst ʌvðə hˈoʊst, sɚɹˈɛndɚɹɪŋ ðə lˈæst, nˈɔːɹ ˈiːvən ʌv dᵻfˈiːt ɐwˈɛɹ wɛn kˈænsəld baɪ ðə fɹˈɔst.