text_original: When the end came it came quietly. He sank into sleep and did not wake any more. He was in his seventy eighth year when he died. A dim stone upon the darkened wall of St. Patrick's Church in Dub  lin sums up, in words at once cruelly bitter and profound  ly melancholy, the story of his life.
text_transcription: WHEN THE END CAME IT CAME QUIETLY HE SANK INTO SLEEP AND DID NOT WAKE ANY MORE HE WAS IN HIS SEVENTY EIGHTH YEAR WHEN HE DIED A DIM STONE UPON THE DARKENED WALL OF SAINT PATRICK'S CHURCH IN DUBLIN SUMS UP IN WORDS AT ONCE CRUELLY BITTER AND PROFOUNDLY MELANCHOLY THE STORY OF HIS LIFE
phonemes: wˌɛn ðɪ ˈɛnd kˈeɪm ɪt kˈeɪm kwˈaɪətli. hiː sˈæŋk ˌɪntʊ slˈiːp ænd dɪdnˌɑːt wˈeɪk ˌɛni mˈɔːɹ. hiː wʌz ɪn hɪz sˈɛvənti ˈeɪtθ jˈɪɹ wɛn hiː dˈaɪd. ɐ dˈɪm stˈoʊn əpˌɑːn ðə dˈɑːɹkənd wˈɔːl ʌv sənt. pˈætɹɪks tʃˈɜːtʃ ɪn dˈʌb lˈɪn sˈʌmz ˈʌp, ɪn wˈɜːdz ɐtwˈʌns kɹˈuːəli bˈɪɾɚ ænd pɹəfˈaʊnd lˈaɪ mˈɛləŋkˌɑːli, ðə stˈɔːɹi ʌv hɪz lˈaɪf.