text_original: I have lived to wander in many climates and foreign lands, where the Sabbath is an unknown name, or where it is only recognized by noisy mirth; but never has the day returned without bringing with it a breathing of religious awe, and even a yearning for the unbroken stillness, the placid repose, and the simple devotion of the Puritan Sabbath.
text_transcription: I HAVE LIVED TO WANDER IN MANY CLIMATES AND FOREIGN LANDS WHERE THE SABBATH IS AN UNKNOWN NAME OR WHERE IT IS ONLY RECOGNIZED BY NOISY MIRTH BUT NEVER HAS THE DAY RETURNED WITHOUT BRINGING WITH IT A BREATHING OF RELIGIOUS AWE AND EVEN A YEARNING FOR THE UNBROKEN STILLNESS THE PLACID REPOSE AND THE SIMPLE DEVOTION OF THE PURITAN SABBATH
phonemes: aɪ hæv lˈɪvd tə wˈɔndɚɹ ɪn mˈɛni klˈaɪməts ænd fˈɔːɹən lˈændz, wˌɛɹ ðə sˈæbəθ ɪz ɐn ʌnnˈoʊn nˈeɪm, ɔːɹ wˌɛɹ ɪɾ ɪz ˈoʊnli ɹˈɛkəɡnˌaɪzd baɪ nˈɔɪzi mˈɜːθ; bˌʌt nˈɛvɚ hɐz ðə dˈeɪ ɹᵻtˈɜːnd wɪðˌaʊt bɹˈɪŋɪŋ wɪð ɪɾ ɐ bɹˈiːðɪŋ ʌv ɹᵻlˈɪdʒəs ˈɔː, ænd ˈiːvən ɐ jˈɜːnɪŋ fɚðɪ ʌnbɹˈoʊkən stˈɪlnəs, ðə plˈæsɪd ɹᵻpˈoʊz, ænd ðə sˈɪmpəl dɪvˈoʊʃən ʌvðə pjˈʊɹɹɪtən sˈæbəθ.