text_original: Pondering on his death, I thought of that country boy going to his father's house, with the life restored by one he knew not, even by name, and the going home of that mature man, who thought he knew my inmost soul, and with whose political death I was charged.
text_transcription: PONDERING ON HIS DEATH I THOUGHT OF THAT COUNTRY BOY GOING TO HIS FATHER'S HOUSE WITH THE LIFE RESTORED BY ONE HE KNEW NOT EVEN BY NAME IN THE GOING HOME OF THAT MATURE MAN WHO THOUGHT HE KNEW MY INMOST SOUL AND WITH WHOSE POLITICAL DEATH I WAS CHARGED
phonemes: pˈɑːndɚɹɪŋ ˌɔn hɪz dˈɛθ, aɪ θˈɔːt ʌv ðæt kˈʌntɹi bˈɔɪ ɡˌoʊɪŋ tə hɪz fˈɑːðɚz hˈaʊs, wɪððə lˈaɪf ɹᵻstˈɔːɹd baɪ wˈʌn hiː nˈuː nˈɑːt, ˈiːvən baɪ nˈeɪm, ænd ðə ɡˌoʊɪŋ hˈoʊm ʌv ðæt mətʃˈʊɹ mˈæn, hˌuː θˈɔːt hiː nˈuː maɪ ˈɪnmoʊst sˈoʊl, ænd wɪð hˌuːz pəlˈɪɾɪkəl dˈɛθ aɪ wʌz tʃˈɑːɹdʒd.