text_original: And the devotion was so complete, the faith so deep, when every head was bowed to the incantation of that small feeble voice, that one might have fancied they rose up like vapor from a censer in that silent and multitudinous orison."
text_transcription: AND THE DEVOTION WAS SO COMPLETE THE FAITH SO DEEP WHEN EVERY HEAD WAS BOWED TO THE INCANTATION OF THAT SMALL FEEBLE VOICE THAT ONE MIGHT HAVE FANCIED THEY ROSE UP LIKE VAPOR FROM A CENSER IN THAT SILENT AND MULTITUDINOUS ORISON
phonemes: ænd ðə dɪvˈoʊʃən wʌz sˌoʊ kəmplˈiːt, ðə fˈeɪθ sˌoʊ dˈiːp, wˌɛn ˈɛvɹi hˈɛd wʌz bˈaʊd tə ðɪ ˌɪŋkɐntˈeɪʃən ʌv ðæt smˈɔːl fˈiːbəl vˈɔɪs, ðˈætwˌʌn mˌaɪthɐv fˈænsid ðeɪ ɹˈoʊz ˌʌp lˈaɪk vˈeɪpɚ fɹʌm ɐ sˈɛnsɚɹ ɪn ðæt sˈaɪlənt ænd mˌʌltɪtˈuːdɪnəs ˈɔːɹɪsən."