text_original: Earth's stablest things are shadows, And, in the life to come, Haply some chance saved trifle May tell of this old home: As now sometimes we seem to find, In a dark crevice of the mind, Some relic, which, long pondered o'er, Hints faintly at a life before.
text_transcription: EARTH'S STABLES THINGS ARE SHADOWS AND IN THE LIFE TO COME HAPLY SOME CHANCE SAVED TRIFLE MAY TELL OF THIS OLD HOME AS NOW SOMETIMES WE SEEM TO FIND IN A DARK CREVICE OF THE MIND SOME RELIC WHICH LONG PONDERED ALL HINTS FAINTLY AT A LIFE BEFORE
phonemes: ˈɜːθz stˈeɪbəlst θˈɪŋz ɑːɹ ʃˈædoʊz, ænd, ɪnðə lˈaɪf tə kˈʌm, hˈæpli sˌʌm tʃˈæns sˈeɪvd tɹˈaɪfəl mˈeɪ tˈɛl ʌv ðɪs ˈoʊld hˈoʊm: æz nˈaʊ sˈʌmtaɪmz wiː sˈiːm tə fˈaɪnd, ɪn ɐ dˈɑːɹk kɹˈɛvɪs ʌvðə mˈaɪnd, sˌʌm ɹˈɛlɪk, wˈɪtʃ, lˈɔŋ pˈɑːndɚd ˈɔːɹ, hˈɪnts fˈeɪntli æɾə lˈaɪf bᵻfˈɔːɹ.