text_original: I may quarrel with Mr. Dickens's art a thou  sand and a thousand times — I delight and wonder at his genius ; I recognize in it— I speak with awe and reverence — a commission from that Divine Beneficence whose blessed task we know it will one day be to wipe every tear from every eye.
text_transcription: I MAY QUARREL WITH MISTER DICKENS'S ART A THOUSAND AND A THOUSAND TIMES I DELIGHT AND WONDER AT HIS GENIUS I RECOGNIZE IN IT I SPEAK WITH AWE AND REVERENCE A COMMISSION FROM THAT DIVINE BENEFICENCE WHOSE BLESSED TASK WE KNOW IT WILL ONE DAY BE TO WIPE EVERY TEAR FROM EVERY EYE
phonemes: aɪ mˈeɪ kwˈɔːɹəl wɪð mˈɪstɚ. dˈɪkənzᵻz ˈɑːɹt ɐ ðˈaʊ sˈænd ænd ɐ θˈaʊzənd tˈaɪmz — aɪ dᵻlˈaɪt ænd wˈʌndɚɹ æt hɪz dʒˈiːnɪəs ; aɪ ɹˈɛkəɡnˌaɪz ɪn ɪt— aɪ spˈiːk wɪð ˈɔː ænd ɹˈɛvɚɹəns — ɐ kəmˈɪʃən fɹʌm ðæt dᵻvˈaɪn bˈɛnɪfˌɪsəns hˌuːz blˈɛst tˈæsk wiː nˈoʊ ɪt wɪl wˈʌn dˈeɪ biː tə wˈaɪp ˈɛvɹi tˈɪɹ fɹʌm ˈɛvɹi ˈaɪ.