text_original: She mused long upon the life that might have been, the life without a cloud. She thought with longing of the girl who had died sinless, in the morning of an unsullied life. Was not such a life, wrapped round with love, and free from the shadow of sin  such a death, before satiety had come to change the gold to dross  the happiest fate that God could give to His chosen?
text_transcription: SHE MUSED LONG UPON THE LIFE THAT MIGHT HAVE BEEN THE LIFE WITHOUT A CLOUD SHE THOUGHT WITH LONGING OF THE GIRL WHO HAD DIED SINLESS IN THE MORNING OF AN UNSULLIED LIFE WAS NOT SUCH A LIFE WRAPT ROUND WITH LOVE AND FREE FROM THE SHADOW OF SIN SUCH A DEATH BEFORE SATIETY HAD COME TO CHANGE THE GOLD TO DROSS THE HAPPIEST FATE THAT GOD COULD GIVE TO HIS CHOSEN
phonemes: ʃiː mjˈuːzd lˈɔŋ əpˌɑːn ðə lˈaɪf ðˈæt mˌaɪthɐv bˌɪn, ðə lˈaɪf wɪðˌaʊt ɐ klˈaʊd. ʃiː θˈɔːt wɪð lˈɔŋɪŋ ʌvðə ɡˈɜːl hˌuː hæd dˈaɪd sˈɪnləs, ɪnðə mˈɔːɹnɪŋ əvən ʌnsˈʌlid lˈaɪf. wʌz nˌɑːt sˈʌtʃ ɐ lˈaɪf, ɹˈæpt ɹˈaʊnd wɪð lˈʌv, ænd fɹˈiː fɹʌmðə ʃˈædoʊ ʌv sˈɪn sˈʌtʃ ɐ dˈɛθ, bᵻfˌɔːɹ sætˈaɪəɾi hæd kˈʌm tə tʃˈeɪndʒ ðə ɡˈoʊld tə dɹˈɔs ðə hˈæpɪɪst fˈeɪt ðæt ɡˈɑːd kʊd ɡˈɪv tə hɪz tʃˈoʊzən?