text_original: The lights were golden on the lawn, and the great cedar was casting velvety shadows there. Her father was standing under the old tree, looking so jovial and radiant that she marvelled at the sudden change in his mood.
text_transcription: THE LIGHTS WERE GOLDEN ON THE LAWN AND THE GREAT CEDAR WAS CASTING VELVETY SHADOWS THERE HER FATHER WAS STANDING UNDER THE OLD TREE LOOKING SO JOVIAL AND RADIANT THAT SHE MARVELLED AT THE SUDDEN CHANGE IN HIS MOOD
phonemes: ðə lˈaɪts wɜː ɡˈoʊldən ɔnðə lˈɔːn, ænd ðə ɡɹˈeɪt sˈiːdɚ wʌz kˈæstɪŋ vˈɛlvɪɾi ʃˈædoʊz ðˈɛɹ. hɜː fˈɑːðɚ wʌz stˈændɪŋ ˌʌndɚ ðɪ ˈoʊld tɹˈiː, lˈʊkɪŋ sˌoʊ dʒˈoʊvɪəl ænd ɹˈeɪdiənt ðæt ʃiː mˈɑːɹvəld æt ðə sˈʌdən tʃˈeɪndʒ ɪn hɪz mˈuːd.