text_original: Like a brotherless hermit, the last of its race, All wild in the silence of nature, it drew, From each wandering sun beam, a lonely embrace For the night weed and thorn overshadow'd the place, Where the flower of my forefathers grew.
text_transcription: LIKE A BROTHERLESS HERMIT THE LAST OF ITS RACE ALL WILD IN THE SILENCE OF NATURE IT DREW FROM EACH WANDERING SUNBEAM A LONELY EMBRACE FOR THE NIGHT WEED AND THORN OVERSHADOWED THE PLACE WHERE THE FLOWER OF MY FOREFATHERS GREW
phonemes: lˈaɪk ɐ bɹˈʌðɚləs hˈɜːmɪt, ðə lˈæst ʌv ɪts ɹˈeɪs, ˈɔːl wˈaɪld ɪnðə sˈaɪləns ʌv nˈeɪtʃɚ, ɪt dɹˈuː, fɹʌm ˈiːtʃ wˈɔndɚɹɪŋ sˈʌn bˈiːm, ɐ lˈoʊnli ɛmbɹˈeɪs fɚðə nˈaɪt wˈiːd ænd θˈɔːɹn ˌoʊvɚʃˈædoʊd ðə plˈeɪs, wˌɛɹ ðə flˈaʊɚɹ ʌv maɪ fˈɔːɹfɑːðɚz ɡɹˈuː.