text_original: Four straight brick walls, severely plain, A quiet city square surround; A level space of nameless graves,   The Quakers' burial ground. In gown of gray, or coat of drab, They trod the common ways of life, With passions held in sternest leash, And hearts that knew not strife. To yon grim meeting house they fared, With thoughts as sober as their speech, To voiceless prayer, to songless praise, To hear the elders preach.
text_transcription: FOUR STRAIGHT BRICK WALLS SEVERELY PLAIN A QUIET CITY SQUARE SURROUND A LEVEL SPACE OF NAMELESS GRAVES THE QUAKER AS BURIAL GROUND IN GOWN OF GRAY OR COAT OF DRAB THEY TROD THE COMMON WAYS OF LIFE WITH PASSIONS HELD IN STERNEST LEASH AND HEARTS THAT KNEW NOT STRIFE TO YON GRIM MEETING HOUSE THEY FARED WITH THOUGHTS AS SOBER AS THEIR SPEECH TO VOICELESS PRAYER TO SONGLESS PRAISE TO HEAR THE ELDERS PREACH
phonemes: fˈɔːɹ stɹˈeɪt bɹˈɪk wˈɔːlz, sᵻvˈɪɹli plˈeɪn, ɐ kwˈaɪət sˈɪɾi skwˈɛɹ sɚɹˈaʊnd; ɐ lˈɛvəl spˈeɪs ʌv nˈeɪmləs ɡɹˈeɪvz,   ðə kwˈeɪkɚz bˈɛɹɪəl ɡɹˈaʊnd. ɪn ɡˈaʊn ʌv ɡɹˈeɪ, ɔːɹ kˈoʊt ʌv dɹˈæb, ðeɪ tɹˈɑːd ðə kˈɑːmən wˈeɪz ʌv lˈaɪf, wɪð pˈæʃənz hˈɛld ɪn stˈɜːnɪst lˈiːʃ, ænd hˈɑːɹts ðæt nˈuː nˌɑːt stɹˈaɪf. tə jˈɑːn ɡɹˈɪm mˈiːɾɪŋ hˈaʊs ðeɪ fˈɛɹd, wɪð θˈɔːts æz sˈoʊbɚɹ æz ðɛɹ spˈiːtʃ, tə vˈɔɪsləs pɹˈɛɹ, tə sˈɔŋləs pɹˈeɪz, tə hˈɪɹ ðɪ ˈɛldɚz pɹˈiːtʃ.