text_original: The face of the good priest kindled as he glanced at Clark. He turned once more, and though we could not understand his words, the thrill of his eloquence moved us. And when he had finished there was a moment's hush of inarticulate joy among his flock, and then such transports as moved strangely the sternest men in our ranks.
text_transcription: THE FACE OF THE GOOD PRIEST KINDLED AS HE GLANCED AT CLARK HE TURNED ONCE MORE AND THOUGH WE COULD NOT UNDERSTAND HIS WORDS THE THRILL OF HIS ELOQUENCE MOVED US AND WHEN HE HAD FINISHED THERE WAS A MOMENT'S HUSH OF INARTICULATE JOY AMONG HIS FLOCK AND THEN SUCH TRANSPORTS AS MOVED STRANGELY THE STERNEST MEN IN OUR RANKS
phonemes: ðə fˈeɪs ʌvðə ɡˈʊd pɹˈiːst kˈɪndəld æz hiː ɡlˈænst æt klˈɑːɹk. hiː tˈɜːnd wˈʌns mˈɔːɹ, ænd ðˌoʊ wiː kʊd nˌɑːt ˌʌndɚstˈænd hɪz wˈɜːdz, ðə θɹˈɪl ʌv hɪz ˈɛləkwəns mˈuːvd ˌʌs. ænd wɛn hiː hæd fˈɪnɪʃt ðɛɹwˌʌz ɐ mˈoʊmənts hˈʌʃ ʌv ɪnɑːɹtˈɪkjʊlˌeɪt dʒˈɔɪ ɐmˌʌŋ hɪz flˈɑːk, ænd ðˈɛn sˈʌtʃ tɹˈænspɔːɹts æz mˈuːvd stɹˈeɪndʒli ðə stˈɜːnɪst mˈɛn ɪn ˌaʊɚ ɹˈæŋks.