text_original: Gill never Imd a brother, and that makes poor Widow Stadt's grief all the harder to bear, for her home is now left utterly desolate; if she looks up to heaven for consolation, she sees nought but her old roof, where still hangs the cradle of her son, grown to be a tall young man, and dead."
text_transcription: JILL NEVER HAD A BROTHER AND THAT MAKES POOR WIDOWS THAT'S GRIEF ALL THE HARDER TO BEAR FOR HER HOME IS NOW LEFT UTTERLY DESOLATE IF SHE LOOKS UP TO HEAVEN FOR CONSOLATION SHE SEES NOUGHT BUT HER OLD ROOF WHERE STILL HANGS THE CRADLE OF HER SON GROWN TO BE A TALL YOUNG MAN AND DEAD
phonemes: ɡˈɪl nˈɛvɚɹ ˈɪmdˌiː ɐ bɹˈʌðɚ, ænd ðæt mˌeɪks pˈʊɹ wˈɪdoʊ stˈæts ɡɹˈiːf ˈɔːl ðə hˈɑːɹdɚ tə bˈɛɹ, fɔːɹ hɜː hˈoʊm ɪz nˈaʊ lˈɛft ˈʌɾɚli dˈɛsələt; ɪf ʃiː lˈʊks ˌʌp tə hˈɛvən fɔːɹ kɑːnsəlˈeɪʃən, ʃiː sˈiːz nˈɔːt bˌʌt hɜːɹ ˈoʊld ɹˈuːf, wˌɛɹ stˈɪl hˈæŋz ðə kɹˈeɪdəl ʌv hɜː sˈʌn, ɡɹˈoʊn təbi ɐ tˈɔːl jˈʌŋ mˈæn, ænd dˈɛd."