text_original: We rummage among its out dated gallantry and strangely fashioned piety, and forgotten in the medley we find a handful of the life of the past. We feel it in our hands, as we had never hoped to feel it ; and for its sake we pardon a multitude of sins.
text_transcription: WE RUMMAGE AMONG ITS OUTDATED GALLANTRY IN STRANGELY FASHIONED PIETY AND FORGOTTEN IN THE MEDLEY WE FIND A HANDFUL OF THE LIFE OF THE PAST WE FEEL IT IN OUR HANDS AS WE HAD NEVER HOPED TO FEEL IT AND FOR ITS SAKE WE PARDON A MULTITUDE OF SINS
phonemes: wiː ɹˈʌmɪdʒ ɐmˌʌŋ ɪts ˈaʊt dˈeɪɾᵻd ɡˈæləntɹi ænd stɹˈeɪndʒli fˈæʃənd pˈaɪəɾi, ænd fɚɡˈɑːʔn̩ ɪnðə mˈɛdli wiː fˈaɪnd ɐ hˈændfəl ʌvðə lˈaɪf ʌvðə pˈæst. wiː fˈiːl ɪɾ ɪn ˌaʊɚ hˈændz, æz wiː hæd nˈɛvɚ hˈoʊpt tə fˈiːl ɪt ; ænd fɔːɹ ɪts sˈeɪk wiː pˈɑːɹdən ɐ mˈʌltɪtˌuːd ʌv sˈɪnz.