text_original: VII THE VILLAGE CHERUB UP at the church at the edge of the moor, Flat on the pathway that leads to the door, Worn by the tread of the mourning and poor, There is a face that is fit for God's floor.
text_transcription: SONYA THE VILLAGE CHERUB UP AT THE CHURCH AT THE EDGE OF THE MOOR FLAT ON THE PATHWAY THAT LEADS TO THE DOOR WORN BY THE TREAD OF THE MORNING AND POOR THERE IS A FACE THAT IS FIT FOR GOD'S FLOOR
phonemes: ɹˌoʊmən sˈɛvən ðə vˈɪlɪdʒ tʃˈɛɹʌb ˌʌp æt ðə tʃˈɜːtʃ æt ðɪ ˈɛdʒ ʌvðə mˈʊɹ, flˈæt ɔnðə pˈæθweɪ ðæt lˈiːdz tə ðə dˈɔːɹ, wˈɔːɹn baɪ ðə tɹˈɛd ʌvðə mˈɔːɹnɪŋ ænd pˈʊɹ, ðɛɹ ɪz ɐ fˈeɪs ðæt ɪz fˈɪt fɔːɹ ɡˈɑːdz flˈɔːɹ.