text_original: Too long have we been taught that the clouds of glory fade in the common day  that the lofty castles of the morning perish in the noon day sun. The magic vista is golden to the coming of the twilight, and the sunset builds a gaudy tower that out tops the dawn. If a man permits, a child keeps house within his heart to the very end.
text_transcription: TOO LONG HAVE WE BEEN TAUGHT THAT THE CLOUDS OF GLORY FADE IN THE COMMON DAY THAT THE LOFTY CASTLES OF THE MORNING PERISH IN THE NOONDAY SUN THE MAGIC VISTA IS GOLDEN TO THE COMING OF THE TWILIGHT AND THE SUNSET BUILDS A GAUDY TOWER THAT OUTTOPS THE DAWN IF A MAN PERMITS A CHILD KEEPS HOUSE WITHIN HIS HEART TO THE VERY END
phonemes: tˈuː lˈɔŋ hæv wiː bˌɪn tˈɔːt ðætðə klˈaʊdz ʌv ɡlˈɔːɹi fˈeɪd ɪnðə kˈɑːmən dˈeɪ ðætðə lˈɔfti kˈæsəlz ʌvðə mˈɔːɹnɪŋ pˈɛɹɪʃ ɪnðə nˈuːn dˈeɪ sˈʌn. ðə mˈædʒɪk vˈɪstə ɪz ɡˈoʊldən tə ðə kˈʌmɪŋ ʌvðə twˈaɪlaɪt, ænd ðə sˈʌnsɛt bˈɪldz ɐ ɡˈɔːdi tˈaʊɚ ðæt ˈaʊt tˈɑːps ðə dˈɔːn. ɪf ɐ mˈæn pˈɜːmɪts, ɐ tʃˈaɪld kˈiːps hˈaʊs wɪðˌɪn hɪz hˈɑːɹt tə ðə vˈɛɹi ˈɛnd.