text_original: XXIII Your gift of self is ever prodigal; The flight that wings you higher is above, Above cessation and all weariness, Reaching toward the heaven of fullest love.
text_transcription: THREE YOUR GIFT OF SELF IS EVER PRODIGAL THE FLIGHT THAT WINGS YOU HIGHER IS ABOVE ABOVE CESSATION AND ALL WEARINESS REACHING TOWARD THE HEAVEN OF FULLEST LOVE
phonemes: ɹˌoʊmən twˈɛnti θɹˈiː jʊɹ ɡˈɪft ʌv sˈɛlf ɪz ˈɛvɚ pɹˈɑːdɪɡəl; ðə flˈaɪt ðæt wˈɪŋz juː hˈaɪɚɹ ɪz əbˈʌv, əbˌʌv sɛsˈeɪʃən ænd ˈɔːl wˈɪɹinəs, ɹˈiːtʃɪŋ təwˈɔːɹd ðə hˈɛvən ʌv fˈʊlɪst lˈʌv.