text_original: Where stood our tree, our flower, there is a grave! Blank, silent, vacant; but in worlds above, Like a new star outblossomed in the skies, The angels hail an added flower of love.
text_transcription: WHERE STOOD OUR TREE OUR FLOWER THERE IS A GRAVE BLANK SILENT VACANT BUT IN WORLDS ABOVE LIKE A NEW STAR OUTBLOSSOMED IN THE SKIES THE ANGELS HALE AN ADDED FLOWER OF LOVE
phonemes: wˌɛɹ stˈʊd ˌaʊɚ tɹˈiː, ˌaʊɚ flˈaʊɚ, ðɛɹ ɪz ɐ ɡɹˈeɪv! blˈæŋk, sˈaɪlənt, vˈeɪkənt; bˌʌt ɪn wˈɜːldz əbˈʌv, lˈaɪk ɐ nˈuː stˈɑːɹ aʊtblˈɔsəmd ɪnðə skˈaɪz, ðɪ ˈeɪndʒəlz hˈeɪl ɐn ˈædᵻd flˈaʊɚɹ ʌv lˈʌv.