text_original: Impartial fate has done you this one grace, That till you go to your appointed place. Or soon or late, there is no more to fear." It was not true, my soul ! it was not true !
text_transcription: IMPARTIAL FATE HAS DONE YOU THIS ONE GRACE THAT TILL YOU GO TO YOUR APPOINTED PLACE OR SOON OR LATE THERE IS NO MORE TO FEAR IT WAS NOT TRUE MY SOUL IT WAS NOT TRUE
phonemes: ɪmpˈɑːɹʃəl fˈeɪt hɐz dˈʌn juː ðˈɪswˌʌn ɡɹˈeɪs, ðæt tˈɪl juː ɡˌoʊ tə jʊɹ ɐpˈɔɪntᵻd plˈeɪs. ɔːɹ sˈuːn ɔːɹ lˈeɪt, ðɛɹ ɪz nˈoʊmˌɔːɹ tə fˈɪɹ." ɪt wʌz nˌɑːt tɹˈuː, maɪ sˈoʊl ! ɪt wʌz nˌɑːt tɹˈuː !