text_original: Both, heirs to some six feet of sod, Are equal in the earth at last; Both, children of the same dear God, Prove title to your heirship vast By record of a well tilled past — A heritage, it seems to me, Well worth a life to hold in fee.
text_transcription: BOTH HEIRS TO SOME SIX FEET OF SOD ARE EQUAL IN THE EARTH AT LAST BOTH CHILDREN OF THE SAME DEAR GOD PROVE TITLE TO YOUR AIRSHIP VAST BY RECORD OF A WELL FILLED PAST A HERITAGE IT SEEMS TO ME WELL WORTH A LIFE TO HOLD IN FEE
phonemes: bˈoʊθ, ˈɛɹz tə sˌʌm sˈɪks fˈiːt ʌv sˈɑːd, ɑːɹ ˈiːkwəl ɪnðɪ ˈɜːθ æt lˈæst; bˈoʊθ, tʃˈɪldɹən ʌvðə sˈeɪm dˈɪɹ ɡˈɑːd, pɹˈuːv tˈaɪɾəl tə jʊɹ ˈɛɹʃɪp vˈæst baɪ ɹˈɛkɚd əvə wˈɛl tˈɪld pˈæst — ɐ hˈɛɹɪɾɪdʒ, ɪt sˈiːmz tə mˌiː, wˈɛl wˈɜːθ ɐ lˈaɪf tə hˈoʊld ɪn fˈiː.