text_original: 'Tis the wink of an eye, 't is the draught of a breath, From the blossom of health to the paleness of death, From the gilded saloon to the bier and the shroud;   why should the spirit of mortal be proud?
text_transcription: TIS THE WINK OF AN EYE TIS THE DRAUGHT OF A BREATH FROM THE BLOSSOM OF HEALTH TO THE PALENESS OF DEATH FROM THE GILDED SALOON TO THE BIER AND THE SHROUD WHY SHOULD THE SPIRIT OF MORTAL BE PROUD
phonemes: tˈɪz ðə wˈɪŋk əvən ˈaɪ, tˈiː ɪz ðə dɹˈæft əvə bɹˈɛθ, fɹʌmðə blˈɔsəm ʌv hˈɛlθ tə ðə pˈeɪlnəs ʌv dˈɛθ, fɹʌmðə ɡˈɪldᵻd sɐlˈuːn tə ðə bˈɪɹ ænd ðə ʃɹˈaʊd;   wˌaɪ ʃˌʊd ðə spˈɪɹɪt ʌv mˈɔːɹɾəl biː pɹˈaʊd?