text_original: A door stood ajar; a young girl knelt in a Gothic oratory, at the foot of a bare altar, reciting in low tones litanies to the Virgin, — simple and sublime aspirations, in which the soul that rises toward the Mother of Seven Sorrows asks nothing but her prayers.
text_transcription: A DOOR STOOD AJAR A YOUNG GIRL KNELT IN A GOTHIC ORATORY AT THE FOOT OF A BARE ALTAR RECITING IN LOW TONES LITANIES TO THE VIRGIN SIMPLE AND SUBLIME ASPIRATIONS IN WHICH THE SOUL THAT RISES TOWARDS THE MOTHER OF SEVEN SORROWS ASKS NOTHING BUT HER PRAYERS
phonemes: ɐ dˈɔːɹ stˈʊd ɐdʒˈɑːɹ; ɐ jˈʌŋ ɡˈɜːl nˈɛlt ɪn ɐ ɡˈɑːθɪk ˈɔːɹətˌɔːɹi, æt ðə fˈʊt əvə bˈɛɹ ˈɔltɚ, ɹᵻsˈaɪɾɪŋ ɪn lˈoʊ tˈoʊnz lˈɪtəniz tə ðə vˈɜːdʒɪn, — sˈɪmpəl ænd sʌblˈaɪm ˌæspɚɹˈeɪʃənz, ɪnwˌɪtʃ ðə sˈoʊl ðæt ɹˈaɪzᵻz təwˈɔːɹd ðə mˈʌðɚɹ ʌv sˈɛvən sˈɑːɹoʊz ˈæsks nˈʌθɪŋ bˌʌt hɜː pɹˈɛɹz.