text_original: Pure her spirit upward winging now its swift, untrameled way, Far beyond our aching vision, enters that serener day.
text_transcription: PURE HER SPIRIT UPWARD WINGING NOW ITS SWIFT UNTRAMMELLED WAY FAR BEYOND OUR ACHING VISION ENTERS THAT SERENER DAY
phonemes: pjˈʊɹ hɜː spˈɪɹɪt ˈʌpwɚd wˈɪŋɪŋ nˈaʊ ɪts swˈɪft, ʌntɹˈeɪməld wˈeɪ, fˈɑːɹ bᵻjˌɔnd ˌaʊɚɹ ˈeɪkɪŋ vˈɪʒən, ˈɛntɚz ðæt sˈɛɹənɚ dˈeɪ.