text_original: The temper of the throng somehow coincided exactly with the mood which her own memories had brought to her, and the next moment she sent the first line of "Home, Sweet Home" soaring up to the cloud veiled sky. As the notes rang up into the still, soft air a deeper hush fell on the listening throng.
text_transcription: THE TEMPER OF THE THRONG SOMEHOW COINCIDED EXACTLY WITH THE MOOD WHICH HER OWN MEMORIES HAD BROUGHT TO HER AND THE NEXT MOMENT SHE SENT THE FIRST LINE OF HOME'S SWEET HOME SOARING UP TO THE CLOUD VEILED SKY AS THE NOTES RANG UP INTO THE STILL SOFT AIR A DEEPER HUSH FELL ON THE LISTENING THRONG
phonemes: ðə tˈɛmpɚɹ ʌvðə θɹˈɔŋ sˈʌmhaʊ kˌoʊɪnsˈaɪdᵻd ɛɡzˈæktli wɪððə mˈuːd wˌɪtʃ hɜːɹ ˈoʊn mˈɛmɚɹiz hæd bɹˈɔːt tə hɜː, ænd ðə nˈɛkst mˈoʊmənt ʃiː sˈɛnt ðə fˈɜːst lˈaɪn ʌv "hˈoʊm, swˈiːt hˈoʊm" sˈɔːɹɪŋ ˌʌp tə ðə klˈaʊd vˈeɪld skˈaɪ. æz ðə nˈoʊts ɹˈæŋ ˌʌp ˌɪntʊ ðə stˈɪl, sˈɔft ˈɛɹ ɐ dˈiːpɚ hˈʌʃ fˈɛl ɔnðə lˈɪsənɪŋ θɹˈɔŋ.