text_original: Like an emblem of that path to God of which he spoke on Sundays, the grey road between trim hedges threaded the shadow of the elm trees where the rooks had long since gone to bed.
text_transcription: LIKE AN EMBLEM OF THAT PATH TO GOD OF WHICH HE SPOKE ON SUNDAYS THE GREY ROAD BETWEEN TRIM HEDGES THREADED THE SHADOW OF THE ELM TREES WHERE THE ROOKS HAD LONG SINCE GONE TO BED
phonemes: lˈaɪk ɐn ˈɛmbləm ʌv ðæt pˈæθ tə ɡˈɑːd ʌvwˈɪtʃ hiː spˈoʊk ˌɔn sˈʌndeɪz, ðə ɡɹˈeɪ ɹˈoʊd bᵻtwˌiːn tɹˈɪm hˈɛdʒᵻz θɹˈɛdᵻd ðə ʃˈædoʊ ʌvðɪ ˈɛlm tɹˈiːz wˌɛɹ ðə ɹˈʊks hæd lˈɔŋ sˈɪns ɡɔn tə bˈɛd.