text_original: Memory will return to you though my feet may never again tread your delightful shores. Farewell, sweet ideal land of my Soul, of Humanity, farewell!" My thoughts turned to that other world from which I had journeyed so long.
text_transcription: MEMORY WILL RETURN TO YOU THOUGH MY FEET MAY NEVER AGAIN TREAD YOUR DELIGHTFUL SHORES FAREWELL SWEET IDEAL LAND OF MY SOUL OF HUMANITY FAREWELL MY THOUGHTS TURNED TO THAT OTHER WORLD FROM WHICH I HAD JOURNEYED SO LONG
phonemes: mˈɛmɚɹi wɪl ɹᵻtˈɜːn tə juː ðˌoʊ maɪ fˈiːt mˈeɪ nˈɛvɚɹ ɐɡˈɛn tɹˈɛd jʊɹ dᵻlˈaɪtfəl ʃˈɔːɹz. fɛɹwˈɛl, swˈiːt aɪdˈiəl lˈænd ʌv maɪ sˈoʊl, ʌv hjuːmˈænᵻɾi, fɛɹwˈɛl!" maɪ θˈɔːts tˈɜːnd tə ðæt ˈʌðɚ wˈɜːld fɹʌm wˈɪtʃ aɪ hæd dʒˈɜːnid sˌoʊ lˈɔŋ.