text_original: Wauna stood silent and calm, earnestly gazing into the eyes of her mother, until the shore and the multitude of fair faces faded like a vision of heaven from our views. "O beautiful Mizora!" cried the voice of my heart.
text_transcription: RONA STOOD SILENT AND CALM EARNESTLY GAZING INTO THE EYES OF HER MOTHER UNTIL THE SHORE AND THE MULTITUDE OF FAIR FACES FADED LIKE A VISION OF HEAVEN FROM OUR VIEWS O BEAUTIFUL MISERA CRIED THE VOICE OF MY HEART
phonemes: wˈɔːnə stˈʊd sˈaɪlənt ænd kˈɑːm, ˈɜːnɪstli ɡˈeɪzɪŋ ˌɪntʊ ðɪ ˈaɪz ʌv hɜː mˈʌðɚ, ʌntˈɪl ðə ʃˈɔːɹ ænd ðə mˈʌltɪtˌuːd ʌv fˈɛɹ fˈeɪsᵻz fˈeɪdᵻd lˈaɪk ɐ vˈɪʒən ʌv hˈɛvən fɹʌm ˌaʊɚ vjˈuːz. "ˈoʊ bjˈuːɾifəl mˈɪzɔːɹə!" kɹˈaɪd ðə vˈɔɪs ʌv maɪ hˈɑːɹt.