text_original: She feels, with all our furniture, Room yet for something more secure Than our self kindled aureoles To guide our poor forgotten souls; But when we have explained that grace Dwells now in doing for the race, She nods  as if she were relieved; Almost as if she were deceived.
text_transcription: SHE FEELS WITH ALL OUR FURNITURE ROOM YET FOR SOMETHING MORE SECURE THAN OUR SELF KINDLED AUREOLES TO GUIDE OUR POOR FORGOTTEN SOULS BUT WHEN WE HAVE EXPLAINED THAT GRACE DWELLS NOW IN DOING FOR THE RACE SHE NODS AS IF SHE WERE RELIEVED ALMOST AS IF SHE WERE DECEIVED
phonemes: ʃiː fˈiːlz, wɪð ˈɔːl ˌaʊɚ fˈɜːnɪtʃɚ, ɹˈuːm jˈɛt fɔːɹ sˈʌmθɪŋ mˈɔːɹ sᵻkjˈʊɹ ðɐn ˌaʊɚ sˈɛlf kˈɪndəld ˈɔːɹɪˌoʊlz tə ɡˈaɪd ˌaʊɚ pˈʊɹ fɚɡˈɑːʔn̩ sˈoʊlz; bˌʌt wɛn wiː hæv ɛksplˈeɪnd ðæt ɡɹˈeɪs dwˈɛlz nˈaʊ ɪn dˌuːɪŋ fɚðə ɹˈeɪs, ʃiː nˈɑːdz æz ɪf ʃiː wɜː ɹᵻlˈiːvd; ˈɔːlmoʊst æz ɪf ʃiː wɜː dᵻsˈiːvd.