text_original: A single iris waits in weary grace — Her countenance before the dawning bent, As Faith might linger, husht and innocent. With all an altar's glory on her face.
text_transcription: A SINGLE IRIS WAITS IN WEARY GRACE HER COUNTENANCE BEFORE THE DAWNING BENT AS FAITH MIGHT LINGER HUSHED AND INNOCENT WITH ALL AN ALTAR'S GLORY ON HER FACE
phonemes: ɐ sˈɪŋɡəl ˈaɪɹɪs wˈeɪts ɪn wˈɪɹi ɡɹˈeɪs — hɜː kˈaʊntənəns bᵻfˌɔːɹ ðə dˈɔːnɪŋ bˈɛnt, æz fˈeɪθ mˌaɪt lˈɪŋɡɚ, hˈʌʃt ænd ˈɪnəsənt. wɪð ˈɔːl ɐn ˈɔltɚz ɡlˈɔːɹi ˌɔn hɜː fˈeɪs.