text_original: The well known voice, now hushed for evermore, Has left its echoes sighing through his heart; And as her faith and tranquil virtues rose To vision clear, he sought but to impart A brief epitome, that should disclose All that she was to him, when on her scroll This record he inscribed, that all might know That she was one "most perfect human soul" Whose name in fragrance marks the "town below."
text_transcription: THE WELL KNOWN VOICE NOW HUSHED FOR EVERMORE HAS LEFT ITS ECHOES SIGHING THROUGH HIS HEART AND AS HER FAITH AND TRANQUIL VIRTUES ROSE TO VISION CLEAR HE SOUGHT BUT TO IMPART A BRIEVER PITYOME THAT SHOULD DISCLOSE ALL THAT SHE WAS TO HIM WHEN ON HER SCROLL DISRECORD HE INSCRIBED THAT ALL MIGHT KNOW THAT SHE WAS ONE MOST PERFECT HUMAN SOUL WHOSE NAME IN FRAGRANCE MARKS THE TOWN BELOW
phonemes: ðə wˈɛl nˈoʊn vˈɔɪs, nˈaʊ hˈʌʃt fɔːɹ ˌɛvɚmˈɔːɹ, hɐz lˈɛft ɪts ˈɛkoʊz sˈaɪɪŋ θɹuː hɪz hˈɑːɹt; ænd æz hɜː fˈeɪθ ænd tɹˈæŋkwɪl vˈɜːtʃuːz ɹˈoʊz tə vˈɪʒən klˈɪɹ, hiː sˈɔːt bˌʌt tʊ ɪmpˈɑːɹt ɐ bɹˈiːf ᵻpˈɪɾəmi, ðæt ʃˌʊd dɪsklˈoʊz ˈɔːl ðˈæt ʃiː wʌz tə hˌɪm, wˌɛn ˌɔn hɜː skɹˈoʊl ðɪs ɹˈɛkɚd hiː ɪnskɹˈaɪbd, ðæt ˈɔːl mˌaɪt nˈoʊ ðˈæt ʃiː wʌz wˌʌn "mˈoʊst pˈɜːfɛkt hjˈuːmən sˈoʊl" hˌuːz nˈeɪm ɪn fɹˈeɪɡɹəns mˈɑːɹks ðə "tˈaʊn bᵻlˈoʊ."