text_original: At worst, no workhouse grave for him! the ruins of his race Shall rest among the ruin'd stones of this their saintly place. The fond old man was weeping; and tremulous and slow Along the rough and crooked lane he crept from Asaroe.
text_transcription: AT WORST NO WORKHOUSE GRAVE FOR HIM THE RUINS OF HIS RACE SHALL REST AMONG THE RUINED STONES OF THIS THEIR SAINTLY PLACE THE FOND OLD MAN WAS WEEPING AND TREMULOUS AND SLOW ALONG THE ROUGH AND CROOKED LANE HE CREPT FROM ASAROE
phonemes: æt wˈɜːst, nˈoʊ wˈɜːkhaʊs ɡɹˈeɪv fɔːɹ hˌɪm! ðə ɹˈuːɪnz ʌv hɪz ɹˈeɪs ʃˌæl ɹˈɛst ɐmˌʌŋ ðə ɹˈuːɪnd stˈoʊnz ʌv ðɪs ðɛɹ sˈeɪntli plˈeɪs. ðə fˈɑːnd ˈoʊld mˈæn wʌz wˈiːpɪŋ; ænd tɹˈɛmjʊləs ænd slˈoʊ ɐlˈɔŋ ðə ɹˈʌf ænd kɹˈʊkɪd lˈeɪn hiː kɹˈɛpt fɹʌm ɐsˈæɹoʊ.