text_original: which lifts her soul ah Its common life, and gives to labors Such fervor of imaginative force As makes a passion of her basest toil. 352 POEMS OF SENTIMENT. Surely this servant dress was but a foil To her more lofty being
text_transcription: WHICH LIFTS HER SOUL ABOVE ITS COMMON LIFE AND GIVES TO LABOR'S COURSE SUCH FERVOUR OF IMAGINATIVE FORCE AS MAKES A PASSION OF HER BASEST TOIL SURELY THIS SERVANT DRESS WAS BUT A FOIL TO HER MORE LOFTY BEING
phonemes: wˌɪtʃ lˈɪfts hɜː sˈoʊl ˈɑː ɪts kˈɑːmən lˈaɪf, ænd ɡˈɪvz tə lˈeɪbɚz sˈʌtʃ fˈɜːvɚɹ ʌv ɪmˈædʒɪnətˌɪv fˈɔːɹs æz mˌeɪks ɐ pˈæʃən ʌv hɜː bˈeɪsɪst tˈɔɪl. θɹˈiːhˈʌndɹɪd fˈɪfti tˈuː pˈoʊᵻmz ʌv sˈɛntɪmənt. ʃˈʊɹli ðɪs sˈɜːvənt dɹˈɛs wʌz bˌʌt ɐ fˈɔɪl tə hɜː mˈɔːɹ lˈɔfti bˈiːɪŋ