text_original: What must be the bliss of such a heart  of any heart  when it comes to know that there is a father of fathers, yea, a father of fatherhood! a father who never slumbers nor sleeps, but holds all the sleeping in his ever waking bosom  a bosom whose wakefulness is the sole fountain of their slumber!
text_transcription: WHAT MUST BE THE BLISS OF SUCH A HEART OF ANY HEART WHEN IT COMES TO KNOW THAT THERE IS A FATHER OF FATHERS YEA A FATHER OF FATHERHOOD A FATHER WHO NEVER SLUMBERS NOR SLEEPS BUT HOLDS ALL THE SLEEPING IN HIS EVER WAKING BOSOM A BOSOM WHOSE WAKEFULNESS IS THE SOLE FOUNTAIN OF THEIR SLUMBER
phonemes: wˌʌt mˈʌst biː ðə blˈɪs ʌv sˈʌtʃ ɐ hˈɑːɹt ʌv ˌɛni hˈɑːɹt wɛn ɪt kˈʌmz tə nˈoʊ ðæt ðɛɹ ɪz ɐ fˈɑːðɚɹ ʌv fˈɑːðɚz, jˈeɪ, ɐ fˈɑːðɚɹ ʌv fˈɑːðɚhˌʊd! ɐ fˈɑːðɚ hˌuː nˈɛvɚ slˈʌmbɚz nˈɔːɹ slˈiːps, bˌʌt hˈoʊldz ˈɔːl ðə slˈiːpɪŋ ɪn hɪz ˈɛvɚ wˈeɪkɪŋ bˈʊzəm ɐ bˈʊzəm hˌuːz wˈeɪkfəlnəs ɪz ðə sˈoʊl fˈaʊntɪn ʌv ðɛɹ slˈʌmbɚ!