text_original: The girl, in all her youth's loveliness, Knelt down with eager, curious face; Perchance she dreamt of Indian silks, Of jewels, and of rare old lace. 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.
text_transcription: THE GIRL IN ALL HER YOUTHLESS LOVELINESS KNELT DOWN WITH EAGER CURIOUS FACE PERCHANCE SHE DREAMT OF INDIAN SILKS OF JEWELS AND OF RARE OLD LACE BUT WHEN THE SUMMER SUNSHINE FELL UPON THE TREASURES HOARDED THERE THE TEARS RUSHED TO HER TENDER EYES HER HEART WAS SOLEMN AS OFRAYER
phonemes: ðə ɡˈɜːl, ɪn ˈɔːl hɜː jˈuːθz lˈʌvlinəs, nˈɛlt dˌaʊn wɪð ˈiːɡɚ, kjˈʊɹɹiəs fˈeɪs; pɚtʃˈæns ʃiː dɹˈɛmpt ʌv ˈɪndiən sˈɪlks, ʌv dʒˈuːəlz, ænd ʌv ɹˈɛɹ ˈoʊld lˈeɪs. 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.