text_original: Then she went back to her weeping and her praying, shuddering at the mystery of death, striving to see beyond the visible, evident grave, the THE END. 311 distant Paradise. '^ But ah ! we stay so long under the earth before our coming there
text_transcription: THEN SHE WENT BACK TO HER WEEPING AND HER PRAYING SHUDDERING AT THE MYSTERY OF DEATH STRIVING TO SEE BEYOND THE VISIBLE EVIDENT GRAVE THE DISTANT PARADISE BUT AH WE STAY SO LONG UNDER THE EARTH BEFORE OUR COMING THERE
phonemes: ðˈɛn ʃiː wɛnt bˈæk tə hɜː wˈiːpɪŋ ænd hɜː pɹˈeɪɪŋ, ʃˈʌdɚɹɪŋ æt ðə mˈɪstɚɹi ʌv dˈɛθ, stɹˈaɪvɪŋ tə sˈiː bᵻjˌɔnd ðə vˈɪzᵻbəl, ˈɛvɪdənt ɡɹˈeɪv, ðə ðɪ ˈɛnd. θɹˈiːhˈʌndɹɪd ɪlˈɛvən dˈɪstənt pˈæɹədˌaɪs. bˌʌt ˈɑː ! wiː stˈeɪ sˌoʊ lˈɔŋ ˌʌndɚ ðɪ ˈɜːθ bᵻfˌɔːɹ ˌaʊɚ kˈʌmɪŋ ðˈɛɹ