text_original: How fares it with the lesser wards of life"? — Always they seem so restless, so alert. Is fear to them an unrelenting care — The spirit of that dumb and ravenous strife No Power will justify and none avert"?
text_transcription: HOW FARES IT WITH THE LESSER WALLS OF LIFE ALWAYS THEY SEEM SO RESTLESS SO ALERT IS FEAR TO THEM AN UNRELENTING CARE THE SPIRIT OF THAT DUMB AND RAVENOUS STRIFE NO POWER WILL JUSTIFY AND NONE AVERT
phonemes: hˌaʊ fˈɛɹz ɪt wɪððə lˈɛsɚ wˈɔːɹdz ʌv lˈaɪf"? — ˈɔːlweɪz ðeɪ sˈiːm sˌoʊ ɹˈɛstləs, sˌoʊ ɐlˈɜːt. ɪz fˈɪɹ tə ðˌɛm ɐn ˌʌnɹɪlˈɛntɪŋ kˈɛɹ — ðə spˈɪɹɪt ʌv ðæt dˈʌm ænd ɹˈævənəs stɹˈaɪf nˈoʊ pˈaʊɚ wɪl dʒˈʌstᵻfˌaɪ ænd nˈʌn ɐvˈɜːt"?