text_original: Their little cries arose to heaven, there were no ears to hear them when the thunder of guns drowned all else. Poor, poor babies! Born, many of them, to enlighten the world with new discoveries, to cure the afflicted, to bring joy, they have perished as surely or a cause which they could not understand as have the soldiers in the trenches.
text_transcription: THEIR LITTLE CRIES AROSE TO HEAVEN THERE WERE NO EARS TO HEAR THEM WHEN THE THUNDER OF GUNS DROWNED ALL ELSE POOR POOR BABIES BORN MANY OF THEM TO ENLIGHTEN THE WORLD WITH NEW DISCOVERIES TO CURE THE AFFLICTED TO BRING JOY THEY HAVE PERISHED AS SURELY FOR A CAUSE WHICH THEY COULD NOT UNDERSTAND AS HAVE THE SOLDIERS IN THE TRENCHES
phonemes: ðɛɹ lˈɪɾəl kɹˈaɪz ɚɹˈoʊz tə hˈɛvən, ðɛɹwˌɜː nˈoʊ ˈɪɹz tə hˈɪɹ ðˌɛm wɛn ðə θˈʌndɚɹ ʌv ɡˈʌnz dɹˈaʊnd ˈɔːl ˈɛls. pˈʊɹ, pˈʊɹ bˈeɪbiz! bˈɔːɹn, mˈɛnɪəv ðˌɛm, tʊ ɛnlˈaɪʔn̩ ðə wˈɜːld wɪð nˈuː dɪskˈʌvɚɹiz, tə kjˈʊɹ ðɪ ɐflˈɪktᵻd, tə bɹˈɪŋ dʒˈɔɪ, ðeɪ hæv pˈɛɹɪʃt æz ʃˈʊɹli ɔːɹ ɐ kˈɔːz wˌɪtʃ ðeɪ kʊd nˌɑːt ˌʌndɚstˈænd æz hæv ðə sˈoʊldʒɚz ɪnðə tɹˈɛntʃᵻz.