text_original: Little Nelly had never realized her loss. It contented her to know that her mother had been laid to rest in a sweet place, and would rise again some day when the Lord called her. She always hoped that Helen might rise in the spring, and find the primroses blooming round her pretty grave.
text_transcription: LITTLE NELLIE HAD NEVER REALIZED HER LOSS IT CONTENTED HER TO KNOW THAT HER MOTHER HAD BEEN LAID TO REST IN A SWEET PLACE AND WOULD RISE AGAIN SOME DAY WHEN THE LORD CALLED HER SHE ALWAYS HOPED THAT HELEN MIGHT RISE IN THE SPRING AND FIND THE PRIMROSES BLOOMING ROUND HER PRETTY GRAVE
phonemes: lˈɪɾəl nˈɛli hæd nˈɛvɚ ɹˈiːəlaɪzd hɜː lˈɔs. ɪt kəntˈɛntᵻd hɜː tə nˈoʊ ðæt hɜː mˈʌðɚ hɐdbɪn lˈeɪd tə ɹˈɛst ɪn ɐ swˈiːt plˈeɪs, ænd wʊd ɹˈaɪz ɐɡˈɛn sˌʌm dˈeɪ wɛn ðə lˈɔːɹd kˈɔːld hɜː. ʃiː ˈɔːlweɪz hˈoʊpt ðæt hˈɛlən mˌaɪt ɹˈaɪz ɪnðə spɹˈɪŋ, ænd fˈaɪnd ðə pɹˈɪmɹoʊzᵻz blˈuːmɪŋ ɹˈaʊnd hɜː pɹˈɪɾi ɡɹˈeɪv.