text_original: The death was over, indeed, and the funeral day was past ; yet one duty remained to the heart wrung mourners, not less poignant than the sight of the dead changed face, not less crushing than the thud of stones and clods on the coffin of one beloved.
text_transcription: THE DEATH WAS OVER INDEED AND THE FUNERAL DAY WAS PAST YET ONE DUTY REMAINED TO THE HEART WRUNG MOURNERS NOT LESS POIGNANT THAN THE SIGHT OF THE DEAD CHANGED FACE NOT LESS CRUSHING THAN THE THUD OF STONES AND CLODS ON THE COFFIN OF ONE BELOVED
phonemes: ðə dˈɛθ wʌz ˈoʊvɚ, ˌɪndˈiːd, ænd ðə fjˈuːnɚɹəl dˈeɪ wʌz pˈæst ; jˈɛt wˈʌn dˈuːɾi ɹᵻmˈeɪnd tə ðə hˈɑːɹt ɹˈʌŋ mˈɔːɹnɚz, nˌɑːt lˈɛs pˈɔɪnjənt ðɐn ðə sˈaɪt ʌvðə dˈɛd tʃˈeɪndʒd fˈeɪs, nˌɑːt lˈɛs kɹˈʌʃɪŋ ðɐn ðə θˈʌd ʌv stˈoʊnz ænd klˈɑːdz ɔnðə kˈɔfɪn ʌv wˈʌn bᵻlˈʌvd.