text_original: But when the summer sunshine fell Upon the treasures hoarded there, The tears rushed to her tender eyes, Her heart was solemn as a prayer. "Dear Grandmamma," she softly sighed, Lifting a withered rose and palm; But on the elder face was naught But sweet content and peaceful calm.
text_transcription: BUT WHEN THE SUMMER SUNSHINE FELL UPON THE TREASURES HOARDED THERE THE TEARS RUSHED TO HER TENDER EYES HER HEART WAS SOLEMN AS OFRAYER DEAR GRANDMAMMA SHE SOFTLY SIGHED LIFTING A WITHERED ROSE AND PALM BUT ON THE ELDER FACE WAS NAUGHT BUT SWEET CONTENT AND PEACEFUL CALM
phonemes: bˌʌt wɛn ðə sˈʌmɚ sˈʌnʃaɪn fˈɛl əpˌɑːn ðə tɹˈɛʒɚz hˈɔːɹdᵻd ðˈɛɹ, ðə tˈɪɹz ɹˈʌʃt tə hɜː tˈɛndɚɹ ˈaɪz, hɜː hˈɑːɹt wʌz sˈɑːləm æz ɐ pɹˈɛɹ. "dˈɪɹ ɡɹˈændmæmə," ʃiː sˈɔftli sˈaɪd, lˈɪftɪŋ ɐ wˈɪðɚd ɹˈoʊz ænd pˈɑːm; bˌʌt ɔnðɪ ˈɛldɚ fˈeɪs wʌz nˈɔːt bˌʌt swˈiːt kˈɑːntɛnt ænd pˈiːsfəl kˈɑːm.