text_original: "Dear Father Cadfan, look now," —Said the bright and lovely boy,— "I'm sure that silver roadway Leads to our Home of Joy." "No, no, my Son, t'is only An emblem of the way, Across time's changing storm tide, To regions of the day."
text_transcription: DEAR FATHER CATHERINE LOOK NOW SAID THE BRIGHT AND LOVELY BOY I'M SURE THAT SILVER ROADWAY LEADS TO OUR HOME OF JOY NO NO MY SON TIS ONLY AN EMBLEM OF THE WAY ACROSS TIME'S CHANGING STORM TIDE TO REGIONS OF THE DAY
phonemes: "dˈɪɹ fˈɑːðɚ kˈædfən, lˈʊk nˈaʊ," —sˈɛd ðə bɹˈaɪt ænd lˈʌvli bˈɔɪ,— "aɪm ʃˈʊɹ ðæt sˈɪlvɚ ɹˈoʊdweɪ lˈiːdz tʊ ˌaʊɚ hˈoʊm ʌv dʒˈɔɪ." "nˈoʊ, nˈoʊ, maɪ sˈʌn, tˈiːiz ˈoʊnli ɐn ˈɛmbləm ʌvðə wˈeɪ, əkɹˌɑːs tˈaɪmz tʃˈeɪndʒɪŋ stˈɔːɹm tˈaɪd, tə ɹˈiːdʒənz ʌvðə dˈeɪ."