text_original: The sweet, caressing note of the thrush mingled with the music of the water, the dogwood and the wild plum were in festal array; but my heart was heavy with thinking of a great man who had cheapened himself.
text_transcription: THE SWEET CARESSING NOTE OF THE THRUSH MINGLED WITH THE MUSIC OF THE WATER THE DOGWOOD AND THE WILD PLUM WERE IN FESTAL ARRAY BUT MY HEART WAS HEAVY WITH THINKING OF A GREAT MAN WHO HAD CHEAPENED HIMSELF
phonemes: ðə swˈiːt, kɚɹˈɛsɪŋ nˈoʊt ʌvðə θɹˈʌʃ mˈɪŋɡəld wɪððə mjˈuːzɪk ʌvðə wˈɔːɾɚ, ðə dˈɑːɡwʊd ænd ðə wˈaɪld plˈʌm wɜːɹ ɪn fˈɛstəl ɚɹˈeɪ; bˌʌt maɪ hˈɑːɹt wʌz hˈɛvi wɪð θˈɪŋkɪŋ əvə ɡɹˈeɪt mˈæn hˌuː hæd tʃˈiːpənd hɪmsˈɛlf.