text_original: And as the years crept onward, did they wait Beside you at your tasks, and when the fire Was on the hearth, were they not near at hand, Drawing your gaze from sordid circumstance? The holy dead, august and beautiful!
text_transcription: AND AS THE YEARS CREPT ONWARD DID THEY WAIT BESIDE YOU AT YOUR TASKS AND WHEN THE FIRE WAS ON THE HEARTH WERE THEY NOT NEAR AT HAND DRAWING YOUR GAZE FROM SORDID CIRCUMSTANCE THE HOLY DEAD AUGUST AND BEAUTIFUL
phonemes: ænd æz ðə jˈɪɹz kɹˈɛpt ˈɑːnwɚd, dˈɪd ðeɪ wˈeɪt bᵻsˌaɪd juː æt jʊɹ tˈæsks, ænd wɛn ðə fˈaɪɚ wʌz ɔnðə hˈɑːɹθ, wɜː ðeɪ nˌɑːt nˌɪɹ æt hˈænd, dɹˈɔːɪŋ jʊɹ ɡˈeɪz fɹʌm sˈɔːɹdɪd sˈɜːkəmstˌæns? ðə hˈoʊli dˈɛd, ˈɔːɡəst ænd bjˈuːɾifəl!