text_original: Note one that burns with faint yet steady glow; It is the Earth  and there these blossoms grow. Some little child from that dear, distant land Hath borne this hither in his dimpled hand."
text_transcription: NOTE ONE THAT BURNS WITH FAINT YET STEADY GLOW IT IS THE EARTH AND THERE THESE BLOSSOMS GROW SOME LITTLE CHILD FROM THAT DEAR DISTANT LAND HATH BORNE THIS HITHER IN HIS DIMPLED HAND
phonemes: nˈoʊt wˈʌn ðæt bˈɜːnz wɪð fˈeɪnt jˈɛt stˈɛdi ɡlˈoʊ; ɪɾ ɪz ðɪ ˈɜːθ ænd ðɛɹ ðiːz blˈɔsəmz ɡɹˈoʊ. sˌʌm lˈɪɾəl tʃˈaɪld fɹʌm ðæt dˈɪɹ, dˈɪstənt lˈænd hæθ bˈɔːɹn ðɪs hˈɪðɚɹ ɪn hɪz dˈɪmpəld hˈænd."