text_original: At length, at eventide, the sweet toned bell of the little cathedral rang to vespers,  a gentle message of peace to war. Colonel Clark looked into my upturned face.
text_transcription: AT LENGTH AT EVENTIDE THE SWEET TONED BELL OF THE LITTLE CATHEDRAL RANG TO VESPERS A GENTLE MESSAGE OF PEACE TO WAR COLONEL CLARK LOOKED INTO MY UPTURNED FACE
phonemes: æt lˈɛŋθ, æɾ ᵻvˈɛntaɪd, ðə swˈiːt tˈoʊnd bˈɛl ʌvðə lˈɪɾəl kɐθˈiːdɹəl ɹˈæŋ tə vˈɛspɚz,  ɐ dʒˈɛntəl mˈɛsɪdʒ ʌv pˈiːs tə wˈɔːɹ. kˈɜːnəl klˈɑːɹk lˈʊkt ˌɪntʊ maɪ ˈʌptɜːnd fˈeɪs.