text_original: There is a sound of a going in the tops of the mulberry trees  h m! Sea and waves roaring of a truth  h m! h m! I trust, Mistress Perkins, you submit to the Divine Will with meekness." "Well, I don't know," replied Hannah, with a queer little twinkle in her eye. "I don't believe I be as meek as Moses, parson. I should like things fixed different, to speak truth."
text_transcription: THERE IS A SOUND OF A GOING IN THE TOPS OF THE MULBERRY TREES SEA AND WAVES ROARING OVER TRUTH I TRUST MISTRESS PERKINS YOU SUBMIT TO THE DIVINE WILL WITH MEEKNESS WELL I DON'T KNOW REPLIED HANNAH WITH A QUEER LITTLE TWINKLE IN HER EYE I DON'T BELIEVE I'D BE AS MEEK AS MOSES PARSON I SHOULD LIKE THINGS FIXED DIFFERENT TO SPEAK TRUTH
phonemes: ðɛɹ ɪz ɐ sˈaʊnd əvə ɡˌoʊɪŋ ɪnðə tˈɑːps ʌvðə mˈʌlbɛɹi tɹˈiːz ˈeɪtʃ ˈɛm! sˈiː ænd wˈeɪvz ɹˈɔːɹɪŋ əvə tɹˈuːθ ˈeɪtʃ ˈɛm! ˈeɪtʃ ˈɛm! aɪ tɹˈʌst, mˈɪstɹəs pˈɜːkɪnz, juː səbmˈɪt tə ðə dᵻvˈaɪn wɪl wɪð mˈiːknəs." "wˈɛl, aɪ dˈoʊnt nˈoʊ," ɹᵻplˈaɪd hˈænə, wɪð ɐ kwˈɪɹ lˈɪɾəl twˈɪŋkəl ɪn hɜːɹ ˈaɪ. "aɪ dˈoʊnt bᵻlˈiːv aɪ biː æz mˈiːk æz mˈoʊsᵻz, pˈɑːɹsən. aɪ ʃˌʊd lˈaɪk θˈɪŋz fˈɪkst dˈɪfɹənt, tə spˈiːk tɹˈuːθ."