text_original: "Save our blessings, Master, save, From the blight of thankless eye." _Lyra Innocentium_. THERE is not a more charming sight in the domestic world, than that of an elder girl in a large family, amusing what are called the _little ones_.
text_transcription: SAVE OUR BLESSINGS MASTER SAVE FROM THE BLIGHT OF THANKLESS EYE LYRA IN A SENTIUM THERE IS NOT A MORE CHARMING SIGHT IN THE DOMESTIC WORLD THAN THAT OF AN ELDER GIRL IN A LARGE FAMILY AMUSING WHAT ARE CALLED THE LITTLE ONES
phonemes: "sˈeɪv ˌaʊɚ blˈɛsɪŋz, mˈæstɚ, sˈeɪv, fɹʌmðə blˈaɪt ʌv θˈæŋkləs ˈaɪ." lˈaɪɹə ˌɪnəsˈɛntiəm. ðɛɹ ɪz nˌɑːɾə mˈɔːɹ tʃˈɑːɹmɪŋ sˈaɪt ɪnðə dəmˈɛstɪk wˈɜːld, ðɐn ðæt əvən ˈɛldɚ ɡˈɜːl ɪn ɐ lˈɑːɹdʒ fˈæmɪli, ɐmjˈuːzɪŋ wʌt ɑːɹ kˈɔːld ðə lˈɪɾəl wˌʌnz.