text_original: An Old Man, when Death called, prepared to go    "My children dear," he said, "try now to break This knotted sheaf of arrows. I will show The way they're tied  what progress can you make?"
text_transcription: AN OLD MAN WHEN DEATH CALLED PREPARED TO GO MY CHILDREN DEAR HE SAID TRY NOW TO BREAK THIS KNOTTED SHEAF OF ARROWS I WILL SHOW THE WAY THEY ARE TIED WHAT PROGRESS CAN YOU MAKE
phonemes: ɐn ˈoʊld mˈæn, wˌɛn dˈɛθ kˈɔːld, pɹɪpˈɛɹd tə ɡˈoʊ    "maɪ tʃˈɪldɹən dˈɪɹ," hiː sˈɛd, "tɹˈaɪ nˈaʊ tə bɹˈeɪk ðɪs nˈɑːɾᵻd ʃˈiːf ʌv ˈæɹoʊz. aɪ wɪl ʃˈoʊ ðə wˈeɪ ðeɪɚ tˈaɪd wʌt pɹˈɑːɡɹɛs kæn juː mˈeɪk?"