text_original: But Saturday night was always one of special bliss; for then the joy to come spread its arms beneath and around the present delight: all Sunday his father would be his.
text_transcription: BUT SUNDAY NIGHT WAS ALWAYS ONE OF SPECIAL BLISS FOR THEN THE JOY TO COME SPREAD ITS ARMS BENEATH AND AROUND THE PRESENT DELIGHT ALL SUNDAYS HIS FATHER WOULD BE HIS
phonemes: bˌʌt sˈæɾɚdˌeɪ nˈaɪt wʌz ˈɔːlweɪz wˈʌn ʌv spˈɛʃəl blˈɪs; fɔːɹ ðˈɛn ðə dʒˈɔɪ tə kˈʌm spɹˈɛd ɪts ˈɑːɹmz bᵻnˌiːθ ænd ɚɹˈaʊnd ðə pɹˈɛzənt dᵻlˈaɪt: ˈɔːl sˈʌndeɪ hɪz fˈɑːðɚ wʊd biː hˈɪz.