text_original: The saint that enjoyed the communion of heaven, The sinner that dared to remain unforgiven, The wise and the foolish, the guilty and just, Have quietly mingled their bones in the dust. So the multitude goes, like the flower and the weed That wither away to let others succeed; So the multitude comes, even those we behold, To repeat every tale that hath often been told.
text_transcription: THE SAINT THAT ENJOYED THE COMMUNION OF HEAVEN THE SINNER THAT DARED TO REMAIN UNFORGIVEN THE WISE AND THE FOOLISH THE GUILTY AND JUST HAVE QUIETLY MINGLED THEIR BONES IN THE DUST SO THE MULTITUDE GOES LIKE THE FLOWER AND THE WEED THAT WITHER AWAY TO LET OTHERS SUCCEED SO THE MULTITUDE COMES EVEN THOSE WE BEHOLD TO REPEAT EVERY TALE THAT HAS OFTEN BEEN TOLD
phonemes: ðə sˈeɪnt ðæt ɛndʒˈɔɪd ðə kəmjˈuːniən ʌv hˈɛvən, ðə sˈɪnɚ ðæt dˈɛɹd tə ɹᵻmˈeɪn ʌnfɚɡˈɪvən, ðə wˈaɪz ænd ðə fˈuːlɪʃ, ðə ɡˈɪlti ænd dʒˈʌst, hæv kwˈaɪətli mˈɪŋɡəld ðɛɹ bˈoʊnz ɪnðə dˈʌst. sˌoʊ ðə mˈʌltɪtˌuːd ɡˈoʊz, lˈaɪk ðə flˈaʊɚ ænd ðə wˈiːd ðæt wˈɪðɚɹ ɐwˈeɪ tə lˈɛt ˈʌðɚz səksˈiːd; sˌoʊ ðə mˈʌltɪtˌuːd kˈʌmz, ˈiːvən ðoʊz wiː bᵻhˈoʊld, tə ɹᵻpˈiːt ˈɛvɹi tˈeɪl ðæt hæθ ˈɔfən bˌɪn tˈoʊld.