text_original: Yet when at last she raised her troubled face, Haunted by sorrow, whitened by alarms, Mary leaned down from out the pictured place, And laid the little Christ within her arms. Rosy and warm she held Him to her heart, She  the abandoned one  the thing apart.
text_transcription: YET WHEN AT LAST SHE RAISED HER TROUBLED FACE HAUNTED BY SORROW WHITENED BY ALARMS MARY LEANED DOWN FROM OUT THE PICTURED PLACE AND LAID THE LITTLE CHRIST WITHIN HER ARMS ROSY AND WARM SHE HELD HIM TO HER HEART SHE THE ABANDONED ONE THE THING APART
phonemes: jˈɛt wɛn æt lˈæst ʃiː ɹˈeɪzd hɜː tɹˈʌbəld fˈeɪs, hˈɔːntᵻd baɪ sˈɑːɹoʊ, wˈaɪʔn̩d baɪ ɐlˈɑːɹmz, mˈɛɹi lˈiːnd dˌaʊn fɹʌm ˈaʊt ðə pˈɪktʃɚd plˈeɪs, ænd lˈeɪd ðə lˈɪɾəl kɹˈaɪst wɪðˌɪn hɜːɹ ˈɑːɹmz. ɹˈoʊzi ænd wˈɔːɹm ʃiː hˈɛld hˌɪm tə hɜː hˈɑːɹt, ʃiː ðɪ ɐbˈændənd wˈʌn ðə θˈɪŋ ɐpˈɑːɹt.