text_original: Thus run the last lines she ever traced : " No coward soul is mine, No trembler in the world's storm troubled sphere ; I see heaven's glories shine, And faith shines equal, arming me from fear.
text_transcription: THUS RUN THE LAST LINES SHE EVER TRACED NO COWARD SOUL IS MINE NO TREMBLER IN THE WORLD'S STORM TROUBLED SPHERE I SEE HEAVEN'S GLORY SHINE AND FAITH SHINES EQUAL ARMING ME FROM FEAR
phonemes: ðˈʌs ɹˈʌn ðə lˈæst lˈaɪnz ʃiː ˈɛvɚ tɹˈeɪst : " nˈoʊ kˈaʊɚd sˈoʊl ɪz mˈaɪn, nˈoʊ tɹˈɛmblɚɹ ɪnðə wˈɜːldz stˈɔːɹm tɹˈʌbəld sfˈɪɹ ; aɪ sˈiː hˈɛvənz ɡlˈɔːɹiz ʃˈaɪn, ænd fˈeɪθ ʃˈaɪnz ˈiːkwəl, ˈɑːɹmɪŋ mˌiː fɹʌm fˈɪɹ.