text_original: Who knows if our souls, freed from their material prison, may not sometimes re  turn to watch over the souls of those they love, and hold mysterious communion with those sweet companions still prisoned in the flesh, and in secret bring them angelic comfort and heavenly bliss
text_transcription: WHO KNOWS IF OUR SOULS FREED FROM THEIR MATERIAL PRISON MAY NOT SOMETIMES RETURN TO WATCH OVER THE SOULS OF THOSE THEY LOVE AND HOLD MYSTERIOUS COMMUNION WITH THOSE SWEET COMPANIONS STILL PRISONED IN THE FLESH AND IN SECRET BRING THEM ANGELLY COMFORT AND HEAVENLY BLISS
phonemes: hˌuː nˈoʊz ɪf ˌaʊɚ sˈoʊlz, fɹˈiːd fɹʌm ðɛɹ mətˈɪɹiəl pɹˈɪzən, mˈeɪ nˌɑːt sˈʌmtaɪmz ɹˌiː tˈɜːn tə wˈɑːtʃ ˌoʊvɚ ðə sˈoʊlz ʌv ðoʊz ðeɪ lˈʌv, ænd hˈoʊld mɪstˈɪɹiəs kəmjˈuːniən wɪð ðoʊz swˈiːt kəmpˈæniənz stˈɪl pɹˈɪzənd ɪnðə flˈɛʃ, ænd ɪn sˈiːkɹᵻt bɹˈɪŋ ðˌɛm ændʒˈɛlɪk kˈʌmfɚt ænd hˈɛvənli blˈɪs