text_original: Can any one, in memory, take himself back to the unbroken stillness of that day, and recall the sense of religious awe which seemed to brood in the very atmosphere, checking the merry laugh of childhood, and chaining in unwonted stillness the tongue of volatile youth, and imparting even to the sunshine of heaven, and the unconscious notes of animals, a tone of its own gravity and repose?
text_transcription: CAN ANY ONE IN MEMORY TAKE HIMSELF BACK TO THE UNBROKEN STILLNESS OF THAT DAY AND RECALL THE SENSE OF RELIGIOUS AWE WHICH SEEMED TO BROOD IN THE VERY ATMOSPHERE CHECKING THE MERRY LAUGH OF CHILDREN AND CHAINING IN UNWONTED STILLNESS THE TONGUE OF OLITI AND IMPARTING EVEN TO THE SUNSHINE OF HEAVEN AND THE UNCONSCIOUS NOTES OF ANIMALS A TONE OF ITS OWN GRAVITY AND REPOSE
phonemes: kˈæn ˌɛni wˌʌn, ɪn mˈɛmɚɹi, tˈeɪk hɪmsˈɛlf bˈæk tə ðɪ ʌnbɹˈoʊkən stˈɪlnəs ʌv ðæt dˈeɪ, ænd ɹˈiːkɔːl ðə sˈɛns ʌv ɹᵻlˈɪdʒəs ˈɔː wˌɪtʃ sˈiːmd tə bɹˈuːd ɪnðə vˈɛɹi ˈætməsfˌɪɹ, tʃˈɛkɪŋ ðə mˈɛɹi lˈæf ʌv tʃˈaɪldhʊd, ænd tʃˈeɪnɪŋ ɪn ʌnwˈɔntᵻd stˈɪlnəs ðə tˈʌŋ ʌv vˈɑːlɐɾəl jˈuːθ, ænd ɪmpˈɑːɹɾɪŋ ˈiːvən tə ðə sˈʌnʃaɪn ʌv hˈɛvən, ænd ðɪ ʌŋkˈɑːnʃəs nˈoʊts ʌv ˈænɪməlz, ɐ tˈoʊn ʌv ɪts ˈoʊn ɡɹˈævᵻɾi ænd ɹᵻpˈoʊz?