text_original: Is that a perfect faith Which pew filled chapels rears, Where Gothic fronts of stone mask backs of ill baked bricks, And where the frothy fighting preacher fears, As peasants fear a wraith, His deacon's frown or some just change in politics?
text_transcription: IS THAT A PERFECT FAITH WHICH PEW FILLED CHAPELS REARS WHERE GOTHIC FRONDS OF STONE MASK BACKS OF ILL BAKED BRICKS AND WHERE THE FROTHY FIGHTING PREACHER FEARS AS PEASANTS FEAR A WRAITH HIS DEACON'S FROWN OR SOME JUST CHANGE IN POLITICS
phonemes: ɪz ðˌæɾə pˈɜːfɛkt fˈeɪθ wˌɪtʃ pjˈuː fˈɪld tʃˈæpəlz ɹˈɪɹz, wˌɛɹ ɡˈɑːθɪk fɹˈʌnts ʌv stˈoʊn mˈæsk bˈæks ʌv ˈɪl bˈeɪkt bɹˈɪks, ænd wˌɛɹ ðə fɹˈɑːθi fˈaɪɾɪŋ pɹˈiːtʃɚ fˈɪɹz, æz pˈɛzənts fˈɪɹ ɐ ɹˈeɪθ, hɪz dˈiːkənz fɹˈaʊn ɔːɹ sˌʌm dʒˈʌst tʃˈeɪndʒ ɪn pˈɑːlətˌɪks?