text_original: Once my burden pressed so that I could not sleep, and rose at early dawn, and sat look  90 Half a Oentuet. ing over the meadow, seeing nothing but a dense, white fog. I leaned back, closed my eyes and thought how like it was to mjown life. "When I looked again, oh, the vision of glory which met my sight!
text_transcription: ONCE MY BURDEN PRESSED SO THAT I COULD NOT SLEEP AND ROSE AT EARLY DAWN AND SAT LOOKING OVER THE MEADOW SEEING NOTHING BUT A DENSE WHITE FOG I LEANED BACK CLOSED MY EYES AND THOUGHT HOW LIKE IT WAS TO MY OWN LIFE WHEN I LOOKED AGAIN OH THE VISION OF GLORY WHICH MET MY SIGHT
phonemes: wˈʌns maɪ bˈɜːdən pɹˈɛst sˌoʊ ðæt aɪ kʊd nˌɑːt slˈiːp, ænd ɹˈoʊz æɾ ˈɜːli dˈɔːn, ænd sˈæt lˈʊk nˈaɪnti hˈæf ɐ ˈoʊntuːt. ˈɪŋ ˌoʊvɚ ðə mˈɛdoʊ, sˈiːɪŋ nˈʌθɪŋ bˌʌt ɐ dˈɛns, wˈaɪt fˈɑːɡ. aɪ lˈiːnd bˈæk, klˈoʊzd maɪ ˈaɪz ænd θˈɔːt hˌaʊ lˈaɪk ɪt wʌz tʊ ˈɛmdʒˈaʊn lˈaɪf. "wˌɛn aɪ lˈʊkt ɐɡˈɛn, ˈoʊ, ðə vˈɪʒən ʌv ɡlˈɔːɹi wˌɪtʃ mˈɛt maɪ sˈaɪt!