text_original: Poor little Tom! Only the first fortnight of his existence was spent in peace. I have a pathetic memory of it all  of our little home, of our hopes for it, of our days of labor and nights of planning to make it complete.
text_transcription: POOR LITTLE TOM ONLY THE FIRST FORTNIGHT OF HIS EXISTENCE WAS SPENT IN PEACE I HAVE A PATHETIC MEMORY OF IT ALL OF OUR LITTLE HOME OF OUR HOPES FOR IT OF OUR DAYS OF LABOUR AND NIGHTS OF PLANNING TO MAKE IT COMPLETE
phonemes: pˈʊɹ lˈɪɾəl tˈɑːm! ˈoʊnli ðə fˈɜːst fˈɔːɹtnaɪt ʌv hɪz ɛɡzˈɪstəns wʌz spˈɛnt ɪn pˈiːs. aɪ hæv ɐ pɐθˈɛɾɪk mˈɛmɚɹi ʌv ɪɾ ˈɔːl ʌv ˌaʊɚ lˈɪɾəl hˈoʊm, ʌv ˌaʊɚ hˈoʊps fɔːɹ ɪt, ʌv ˌaʊɚ dˈeɪz ʌv lˈeɪbɚ ænd nˈaɪts ʌv plˈænɪŋ tə mˌeɪk ɪt kəmplˈiːt.