text_original: Then the spirit of his brother Swiftly to his side drew nigh; Said, in words that thrilled his being, "He whom thou hast doomed to die "Is the servant of the Mighty; Is an instrument of grace, For the angels now have shown me (Where no narrow walls have place "And where dwell the hosts eternal) Reared in all its beauty there, Lo!
text_transcription: THEN THE SPIRIT OF HIS BROTHER SWIFTLY TO HIS SIDE DREW NIGH SAID IN WORDS THAT THRILLED HIS BEING HE WHOM THOU HAST DOOMED TO DIE IS THE SERVANT OF THE MIGHTY IS AN INSTRUMENT OF GRACE FOR THE ANGELS NOW HAVE SHOWN ME WHERE NO NARROW WALLS HAVE PLACE AND WHERE DWELL THE HOSTS ETERNAL REARED IN ALL ITS BEAUTY THERE LO
phonemes: ðˈɛn ðə spˈɪɹɪt ʌv hɪz bɹˈʌðɚ swˈɪftli tə hɪz sˈaɪd dɹˈuː nˈaɪ; sˈɛd, ɪn wˈɜːdz ðæt θɹˈɪld hɪz bˈiːɪŋ, "hiː hˈuːm ðˈaʊ hˈeɪst dˈuːmd tə dˈaɪ "ɪz ðə sˈɜːvənt ʌvðə mˈaɪɾi; ɪz ɐn ˈɪnstɹəmənt ʌv ɡɹˈeɪs, fɚðɪ ˈeɪndʒəlz nˈaʊ hæv ʃˈoʊn mˌiː (wˌɛɹ nˈoʊ nˈæɹoʊ wˈɔːlz hæv plˈeɪs "ænd wˌɛɹ dwˈɛl ðə hˈoʊsts ɪtˈɜːnəl) ɹˈɪɹd ɪn ˈɔːl ɪts bjˈuːɾi ðˈɛɹ, lˈoʊ!