text_original: Yet there is, nevertheless, a tinge of melancholy in the thought of a great man toiling, striving, giving up all his days and much of his nights to the service of some cause or country, all the while firmly believing his life indis  pensable to the success of the cause, the prosperity of the country; and he dies, and the cause and the countr
text_transcription: YET THERE IS NEVERTHELESS A TINGE OF MELANCHOLY IN THE THOUGHT OF A GREAT MAN TOILING STRIVING GIVING UP ALL HIS DAYS AND MUCH OF HIS NIGHTS TO THE SERVICE OF SOME CAUSE OR COUNTRY ALL THE WHILE FIRMLY BELIEVING HIS LIFE INDISPENSABLE TO THE SUCCESS OF THE CAUSE THE PROSPERITY OF THE COUNTRY ANY DIES AND THE CAUSE AND THE COUNTRY GO ON JUST THE SAME END OF CHAPTER TWENTY SIX
phonemes: jˈɛt ðɛɹˈɪz, nˌɛvɚðəlˈɛs, ɐ tˈɪndʒ ʌv mˈɛləŋkˌɑːli ɪnðə θˈɔːt əvə ɡɹˈeɪt mˈæn tˈɔɪlɪŋ, stɹˈaɪvɪŋ, ɡˈɪvɪŋ ˌʌp ˈɔːl hɪz dˈeɪz ænd mˈʌtʃ ʌv hɪz nˈaɪts tə ðə sˈɜːvɪs ʌv sˌʌm kˈɔːz ɔːɹ kˈʌntɹi, ˈɔːl ðə wˈaɪl fˈɜːmli bᵻlˈiːvɪŋ hɪz lˈaɪf ɪndˈɪs pˈɛnsəbəl tə ðə səksˈɛs ʌvðə kˈɔːz, ðə pɹəspˈɛɹᵻɾi ʌvðə kˈʌntɹi; ænd hiː dˈaɪz, ænd ðə kˈɔːz ænd ðə kˈʌntɚ