text_original: My mother: when I learned that thou wast dea I. Say, wast tliou eonseious of the tears I shed? Hovered I In spirit o'er thy sorrowing son,   Wretch even then, life's journey just begun?
text_transcription: MY MOTHER WHEN I LEARNED THAT THOU WAST DEAD SAY WAST THOU CONSCIOUS OF THE TEARS I SHED HOVER THY SPIRIT OVER THY SORROWING SON WRETCH EVEN THEN LIFE'S JOURNEY JUST BEGUN
phonemes: maɪ mˈʌðɚ: wˌɛn aɪ lˈɜːnd ðæt ðˈaʊ wɑːst dˈiː ˈaɪ. sˈeɪ, wɑːst tˈiːlɪˈuː ˈiːənsˌeɪəs ʌvðə tˈɪɹz aɪ ʃˈɛd? hˈʌvɚd aɪ ɪn spˈɪɹɪt ˈɔːɹ ðˌaɪ sˈɑːɹoʊɪŋ sˈʌn,   ɹˈɛtʃ ˈiːvən ðˈɛn, lˈaɪfz dʒˈɜːni dʒˈʌst bɪɡˈʌn?