text_original: Speak ere it be too late ! " THE LEGEND OF THE ALMOST SA VED 27 Then the poor soul, all downcast and dismayed, Scanning the saint's face and his austere air, In vain reviewed her life, in vain essayed To think of aught accomplished which might bear Heaven's scrutiny. At length she answer made.
text_transcription: SPEAK ERE IT BE TOO LATE THEN THE POOR SOUL ALL DOWNCAST AND DISMAYED SCANNING THE SAINT'S FACE AND HIS AUSTERE AIR IN VAIN REVIEWED HER LIFE IN VAIN ESSAYED TO THINK OF AUGHT ACCOMPLISHED WHICH MIGHT BEAR HEAVEN'S SCRUTINY AT LENGTH SHE ANSWER MADE
phonemes: spˈiːk ˈɛɹ ɪt biː tˈuː lˈeɪt ! " ðə lˈɛdʒənd ʌvðɪ ˈɔːlmoʊst sˈɑː vˈɛd twˈɛnti sˈɛvən ðˈɛn ðə pˈʊɹ sˈoʊl, ˈɔːl dˈaʊŋkæst ænd dɪsmˈeɪd, skˈænɪŋ ðə sˈeɪnts fˈeɪs ænd hɪz ɔːstˈɪɹ ˈɛɹ, ɪn vˈeɪn ɹᵻvjˈuːd hɜː lˈaɪf, ɪn vˈeɪn ˈɛseɪd tə θˈɪŋk ʌv ˈɔːt ɐkˈɑːmplɪʃt wˌɪtʃ mˌaɪt bˈɛɹ hˈɛvənz skɹˈuːtɪni. æt lˈɛŋθ ʃiː ˈænsɚ mˈeɪd.