text_original: a) 8 Half a Centuey. There was no surprise in anything save the loveli  ness of blossom and tree; of the grass beneath and the sky above; and tliis first indelible imprint on my mem  ory seems to have found this inner something I call me, as capable of reasoning as it has ever been.
text_transcription: THERE WAS NO SURPRISE IN ANYTHING SAVE THE LOVELINESS OF BLOSSOM AND TREE OF THE GRASS BENEATH AND THE SKY ABOVE AND THIS FIRST INDELIBLE IMPRINT ON MY MEMORY SEEMSS TO HAVE FOUND THIS INNER SOMETHING I CALL ME AS CAPABLE OF REASONING AS IT HAS EVER BEEN
phonemes: ˈeɪ) ˈeɪt hˈæf ɐ sˈɛntuːi. ðɛɹwˌʌz nˈoʊ sɚpɹˈaɪz ɪn ˈɛnɪθˌɪŋ sˈeɪv ðə lˈʌvli nˈɛs ʌv blˈɔsəm ænd tɹˈiː; ʌvðə ɡɹˈæs bᵻnˌiːθ ænd ðə skˈaɪ əbˈʌv; ænd tˈiːlˈɪaɪz fˈɜːst ɪndˈɛləbəl ɪmpɹˈɪnt ˌɔn maɪ mˈɛm ˈɔːɹi sˈiːmz tə hæv fˈaʊnd ðɪs ˈɪnɚ sˈʌmθɪŋ aɪ kˈɔːl mˌiː, æz kˈeɪpəbəl ʌv ɹˈiːzənɪŋ æz ɪt hɐz ˈɛvɚ bˌɪn.