text_original: Face to face with its dreadful shadow, death, How he wrestled with it from door to door, Giving his life that others life might find, Shaming you with his toil, his bravery, Not by a word or look, no boaster he, He was always gentle to you, and kind.
text_transcription: FACE TO FACE WITH ITS DREADFUL SHADOW DEATH HOW HE WRESTLED WITH IT FROM DOOR TO DOOR GIVING HIS LIFE THAT OTHERS LIFE MIGHT FIND SHAMING YOU WITH HIS TOIL HIS BRAVERY NOT BY A WORD OR LOOK NO BOASTER HE HE WAS ALWAYS GENTLE TO YOU AND KIND
phonemes: fˈeɪs tə fˈeɪs wɪð ɪts dɹˈɛdfəl ʃˈædoʊ, dˈɛθ, hˌaʊ hiː ɹˈɛsəld wɪð ɪt fɹʌm dˈɔːɹ tə dˈɔːɹ, ɡˈɪvɪŋ hɪz lˈaɪf ðæt ˈʌðɚz lˈaɪf mˌaɪt fˈaɪnd, ʃˈeɪmɪŋ juː wɪð hɪz tˈɔɪl, hɪz bɹˈeɪvɚɹi, nˌɑːt baɪ ɐ wˈɜːd ɔːɹ lˈʊk, nˈoʊ bˈoʊstɚ hiː, hiː wʌz ˈɔːlweɪz dʒˈɛntəl tə juː, ænd kˈaɪnd.