text_original: Who shall separate that spirit from the blessed love of Christ? He hath called her to Himself for whom the world hath not sufficed. Pure her spirit upward winging now its swift, untrameled way, Far beyond our aching vision, enters that serener day.
text_transcription: WHO SHALL SEPARATE THAT SPIRIT FROM THE BLESSED LOVE OF CHRIST HE HATH CALLED HER TO HIMSELF FOR WHOM THE WORLD HATH NOT SUFFICED PURE HER SPIRIT UPWARD WINGING NOW ITS SWIFT UNTRAMMELLED WAY FAR BEYOND OUR ACHING VISION ENTERS THAT SERENER DAY
phonemes: hˌuː ʃˌæl sˈɛpɚɹˌeɪt ðæt spˈɪɹɪt fɹʌmðə blˈɛst lˈʌv ʌv kɹˈaɪst? hiː hæθ kˈɔːld hɜː tə hɪmsˈɛlf fɔːɹ hˈuːm ðə wˈɜːld hæθ nˌɑːt səfˈaɪst. pjˈʊɹ hɜː spˈɪɹɪt ˈʌpwɚd wˈɪŋɪŋ nˈaʊ ɪts swˈɪft, ʌntɹˈeɪməld wˈeɪ, fˈɑːɹ bᵻjˌɔnd ˌaʊɚɹ ˈeɪkɪŋ vˈɪʒən, ˈɛntɚz ðæt sˈɛɹənɚ dˈeɪ.