text_original: Instead of forming a plan, my thoughts drifted from that into pity for her, and my memory ran back many years to the text of good Mr. Mason's sermon, "I have refined thee, but not with silver, I have chosen thee in the furnace of affliction."
text_transcription: INSTEAD OF FORMING A PLAN MY THOUGHTS DRIFTED FROM THAT INTO PITY FOR HER AND MY MEMORY RAN BACK MANY YEARS TO THE TEXT OF GOOD MISTER MASON'S SERMON I HAVE REFINED THEE BUT NOT WITH SILVER I HAVE CHOSEN THEE IN THE FURNACE OF AFFLICTION
phonemes: ɪnstˈɛd ʌv fˈɔːɹmɪŋ ɐ plˈæn, maɪ θˈɔːts dɹˈɪftᵻd fɹʌm ðæt ˌɪntʊ pˈɪɾi fɔːɹ hɜː, ænd maɪ mˈɛmɚɹi ɹˈæn bˈæk mˈɛni jˈɪɹz tə ðə tˈɛkst ʌv ɡˈʊd mˈɪstɚ. mˈeɪsənz sˈɜːmən, "aɪ hæv ɹᵻfˈaɪnd ðˈiː, bˌʌt nˌɑːt wɪð sˈɪlvɚ, aɪ hæv tʃˈoʊzən ðiː ɪnðə fˈɜːnɪs ʌv ɐflˈɪkʃən."