text_original: Cragmore whispered a fervent prayer of thankfulness for the unbroken family circle across the wide Atlantic. As he did so, a breath of blossoming hawthorn hedges, a faint chiming of the Shandon bells, and the blue mists of the Kerry hills seemed to mingle a moment with his prayer.
text_transcription: CRAGMORE WHISPERED A FERVENT PRAYER OF THANKFULNESS FOR THE UNBROKEN FAMILY CIRCLE ACROSS THE WIDE ATLANTIC AS HE DID SO A BREATH OF BLOSSOMING HAWTHORN HEDGES A FAINT CHIMING OF THE CHANDOM BELLS AND THE BLUE MIST OF THE CAREY HILLS SEEMED TO MINGLE A MOMENT WITH HIS PRAYER
phonemes: kɹˈæɡmɔːɹ wˈɪspɚd ɐ fˈɜːvənt pɹˈɛɹ ʌv θˈæŋkfəlnəs fɚðɪ ʌnbɹˈoʊkən fˈæmɪli sˈɜːkəl əkɹˌɑːs ðə wˈaɪd ɐtlˈæntɪk. æz hiː dˈɪd sˈoʊ, ɐ bɹˈɛθ ʌv blˈɔsəmɪŋ hˈɔːθɔːɹn hˈɛdʒᵻz, ɐ fˈeɪnt tʃˈaɪmɪŋ ʌvðə ʃˈændən bˈɛlz, ænd ðə blˈuː mˈɪsts ʌvðə kˈɛɹi hˈɪlz sˈiːmd tə mˈɪŋɡəl ɐ mˈoʊmənt wɪð hɪz pɹˈɛɹ.