In Praise of Music

Featuring Britten’s Hymn to St. Cecilia

Robert Mills – Principal Pianist
David Schildkret – Conductor

Sun, November 17th, 2024 | 4:00 PM
Dayspring UMC – Tempe


In Praise of Music


I.

Ron Nelson
(1929-2023)

Franz Schubert
(1797-1828)
arr. Craig Courtney
(b. 1954)

Alice Parker
(1925-2023)

II.

Benjamin Britten
(1913-1976)

Lauri Wieland, soprano
Julia Dane Vlach, soprano
Helen Robles, alto
Aaron Hammond, bass
Keith Lawson, tenor

III.

Lena J. Mclin
(1928-2023)

arr. J. Edmund Hughes
(b. 1947)

Dan Forrest
(b. 1978)

Katie Lawson, alto

IV.

Steven Sametz
(b. 1978)

arr. Moses Hogan
(1957-2003)

J. Rosamond Johnson
(1873-1953)
arr. Roland Carter
(b. 1942)


Texts and Translations


Fanfare for a Festival
Walter A. Rodby

All praise to music! Heaven sent.
The voice that lifts all hearts,
in perfect melody,
leaves the soul full filled
with joy and peace.

All praise to music!
Heaven sent in open song!

An die Musik
Franz Schubert (1797-1828)

Du holde Kunst, in vieviel grauen Stunden,
Wo mich des Lebens wilder Kreis umstrict,
Hast du mein Herz zu warmer Leib’ ent zunden,

Hast mich in eine bessre Welt entrückt!

You sweet art, in so many grey hours
when life’s madness surrounds me,
you have kindled warm love in my heart
and transported me to a better world!

Oft hat ein Seufzer, deinet Harf’ entflossen,
Ein süsser, heiliger Akkord von dir
Dem Himmel bessrer Zeiten mir er schlossen,
Du holde Kunst, ich danke, dir da für!

How often a sigh, flowing from your harp,
a sweet, sacred harmony from you,
has unlocked the heaven of better times for me.
You sweet art, I thank you for it!

Meet and right it is to sing,
In every time and place.
Glory to our heavenly King,
The God of truth and grace.

Join me then with sweet accord,
All in one thanksgiving join.
Holy, holy, holy, Lord,
Eternal praise be Thine.

Thee the first-born sons of light
In choral symphonies,
Praise by day, day without night,
And never, never cease.

Angels and archangels all
Praise the mystic Three in One,
Sing, and stop, and gaze, and fall
O’erwhelmed before Thy throne.

Vying with that happy choir
Who chant their praise above,
We on eagle’s wings aspire,
the wings of faith and love.

Thee they sing with glory crowned,
We extol the slaughtered Lamb,
Lower if our voices sound,
Our subject is the same.

Father, God, thy name we praise,
Which gave Thy Son to die,
Jesus, full of truth and grace,
Alike we glorify.

Hymn to St. Cecilia
W. H. Auden

Part I.
In a garden shady this holy lady
With reverent cadence and subtle psalm,
Like a black swan as death came on
Poured forth her song in perfect calm:
And by ocean’s margin this innocent virgin
Constructed an organ to enlarge her prayer,
And notes tremendous from her great engine
Thundered out on the Roman air.

Blonde Aphrodite rose up excited,
Moved to delight by the melody,
White as an orchid she rode quite naked
In an oyster shell on top of the sea;
At sound so entrancing the angels dancing
Came out of their trance into time again,
And around the wicked in Hell’s abysses
The huge flame flickered and eased their pain.

Blessed Cecilia, appear in visions
To all musicians, appear and inspire:
Translated Daughter, come down and startle
Composing mortals with immortal fire.

Part II.
I cannot grow;
I have no shadow
To run away from,
I only play.

I cannot err;
There is no creature
Whom I belong to,
Whom I could wrong.

I am defeat
When it knows it
Can now do nothing
By suffering.

All you lived through,
Dancing because you
No longer need it
For any deed.

I shall never be
Different. Love me.

Blessed Cecilia, appear in visions
To all musicians, appear and inspire:
Translated Daughter, come down and startle
Composing mortals with immortal fire.

Part III.
O ear whose creatures cannot wish to fall,
O calm of spaces unafraid of weight,
Where Sorrow is herself, forgetting all
The gaucheness of her adolescent state,
From every outworn image is released,
And Dread born whole and normal like a beast
Into a world of truths that never change:
Restore our fallen day; O re-arrange.

O dear white children casual as birds,
Playing among the ruined languages,
So small beside their large confusing words,
So gay against the greater silences
Of dreadful things you did: O hang the head,
Impetuous child with the tremendous brain,
O weep, child, weep, O weep away the stain,
Lost innocence of who wished your lover dead,
Weep for the lives your wishes never led.

O cry created as the bow of sin
Is drawing across of trembling violin.
O weep, child, weep, O weep away the stain.

O law drummed out by hearts against the still
Long winter of our intellectual will.

That what has been may never be again.

O flute that throbs with the thanksgiving breath
Of convalescents on the shores of death.

O bless the freedom that you never chose.

O trumpets that unguarded children blow
About the fortress of their inner foe.

O wear you tribulation like a rose.

Blessed Cecilia, appear in visions
To all musicians, appear and inspire:
Translated Daughter, come down and startle
Composing mortals with immortal fire.

Let the People Sing Praise unto the Lord
Lena J. Mclin (1928-2023)

Let the people sing praise unto the Lord.
Alleluia, Alleluia.

Praise God with the psalter and the harp.
Praise God with the sound of the trumpet!
Praise the Lord. 

Let the people sing praise unto the Lord.
Alleluia, Alleluia.

My life flows on in endless song
above earth’s lamentation.
I hear the real though far-off hymn
that hails a new creation

No storm can shake my inmost calm
while to that rock I’m clinging.
Since Love is Lord of heav’n and earth,
how can keep from singing?

Through all the tumult and the strife,
I hear the music ringing
It sounds and echoes in my soul.
How can I keep from singing?

When tyrants tremble sick with fear
and hear their death knells ringing,
When friends rejoice both far and near,
how can I keep from singing?

I lift my eyes, the clouds grow thin.
I see the blue above,
All things are mine since Truth I’ve found,
How can I keep from singing?

Alway Something Sings
Ralph Waldo Emerson (1803-1882)

Let me go where’er I will,
I hear a sky-born music still:
It sounds from all things old,
it sounds from all things young,
From all that’s fair, from all that’s foul,
Alway something sings.

It is not only in the rose,
It is not only in the bird,
Not only where the rainbow glows,
Nor in the song of woman heard,
But in the darkest, meanest things
There alway, alway something sings.

’Tis not in the high stars alone,
Nor in the cup of budding flowers,
Nor in the robin’s mellow tone,
Nor in the bow that smiles in show’rs,
But in the darkest, meanest things,
There alway, alway something sings.

Let me go where’er I will,
I hear a sky-born music still:
It sounds from all things old,
it sounds from all things young,
From all that’s fair, from all that’s foul,
Alway, alway, something sings.

I Have Had Singing
Ronald Blythe

The singing. There was so much singing then,
this was my pleasure too.
We all sang, the boys in the fields,
the chapels were full of singing,
always singing, always singing.

Here I lie. I have had pleasure enough,
I have had singing,
I have had singing.

Music Down in My Soul
African America Spiritual

I hear music in the air,
I can feel it in the air.
There must be a God somewhere.

Over my head, I hear music in the air.
There must be a God somewhere.
Over my head, I hear singing in the air.
There must be a God somewhere.

I got the music down in my soul;
and it fills my heart with the joy of the Lord!
I’ve got it, joy everlasting.
I’ve got it, peace everlasting.
I’ve got it, love everlasting.
I’ve got it, joy everlasting.
Love in my heart,
Oh yes, I got peace in my soul,
Oh yes, I got joy in my heart;
joy today.

Do you love the Lord?
I love the Lord.

I got peace! I got love!
In my soul! In my soul!

Lift Every Voice and Sing
James Weldon Johnson (1871-1938)

Lift every voice and sing,
‘Til earth and heaven ring,
Ring with the harmonies of Liberty;
Let our rejoicing rise
High as the listening skies,
Let it resound loud as the rolling sea.
Sing a song full of the faith that the dark past has taught us,
Sing a song full of the hope that the present has brought us;
Facing the rising sun of our new day begun,
Let us march on ’til victory is won.

Stony the road we trod,
Bitter the chastening rod,
Felt in the days when hope unborn had died;
Yet with a steady beat,
Have not our weary feet
Come to the place for which your fathers sighed.
We have come, over a way that with tears has been watered,
We have come, treading our path through the blood of the slaughtered,
Out from our gloomy past,
‘Til now we stand at last
Where the bright gleam of our bright star is cast.

God of our weary years,
God of our silent tears,
Thou who has brought us thus far on the way;
Thou who has by Thy might
Led us into the light,
Keep us forever in the path, we pray.
Lest our feet stray from the places, our God, where we met Thee,
Lest our hearts drunk with the wine of the world, we forget Thee;
Shadowed beneath Thy hand,
May we forever stand,
True to our God,
True to our native land.


NOTES ON THE PROGRAM

by David Schildkret*


Saint Cecilia, virgin martyr and the legendary inventor of the organ, was the patron saint of music. The tradition of marking her day, November 22, as a celebration of music began in London sometime in the second half of the seventeenth century. The earliest documented such occasion in Anglican England was in 1683, but there is evidence to suggest that these celebrations had already been taking place for some time before. From the beginning, the festivities were equally religious and secular. First, there was a church service. A public entertainment followed that included a specially composed ode for the occasion. The most celebrated composers and poets of the day took part in creating the odes, and many of them are still performed today. George Frideric Handel’s 1739 “Ode for St. Cecilia’s Day” on a text by John Dryden is one of the most famous, along with several works by Henry Purcell. Our concert today, In Praise of Music, honors that tradition with a program of works that celebrate the power of song.

We begin with the powerful “Fanfare for a Festival” by the late Ron Nelson. A native of Joliet, Illinois, Nelson received his musical training at the Eastman School of Music, earning bachelor’s, master’s, and doctoral degrees there. Among his teachers was the celebrated Howard Hanson. He was professor of music at Brown University until his retirement in 1993, when he moved to Scottsdale, Arizona. He died there on Christmas Eve 2023.

Schubert’s “An die Musik” (To Music) is a setting of a poem by his friend Franz von Schober that praises music’s power to soothe us. Originally a solo song, it is performed here in a thoughtful adaptation for chorus by Craig Courtney.

“Meet and Right It Is to Sing” is one of many hymn texts by Charles Wesley, the brother of the founder of Methodism, John Wesley. Alice Parker’s lively setting starts out resembling the melody that is often associated with the text, WELD, but veers off in another direction. The unusual meters (8/8, 5/8) create an animated, dancelike atmosphere. Parker, who also died in 2023, was one of America’s leading choral conductors and composers well into her 90s.


Of all the pieces on the program, Benjamin Britten’s “Hymn to St. Cecilia” is the most complex and requires the most explanation.

Britten was born on St. Cecilia’s day in 1913, so it is perhaps natural that he should eventually write a piece in her honor. For a text, he turned to his friend, W.H. Auden, with whom he was sharing a house in New York in the early 1940s. Auden’s cryptic but beautiful poetry almost defies analysis, but as poet and ASU English professor Sally Ball points out, the poem and musical composition are contemporary with a letter Auden wrote to Britten in early 1942. The letter, though probably meant affectionately, was highly critical of Britten and caused an irreparable rift in their friendship. Nevertheless, it brings out the important idea that art relies on both order and disorder. “Goodness and Beauty,” Auden writes in the letter, “are the results of a perfect balance between Order and Chaos.” Later in the letter, Auden admonishes Britten for evading “the demands of disorder.” This is the central message of Auden’s poem.

The first part of the text, “In a garden shady…,” is elaborately Baroque, with its wordplay on sounds (“shady…lady,” “subtle psalm”) and on sense: “At sounds so entrancing the angels dancing / Came out of their trance….” This section echoes the traditional story of Cecilia: she was a young Christian woman who had taken a vow of chastity but who was given in marriage to Valerian, a Roman warrior. By her singing and praying, she called down angels, who managed to get him to respect her virginity. She and Valerian were subsequently martyred; later, Cecilia’s body was disinterred (i.e., “translated”) and found not to have decayed. Britten’s setting, both mystical and dancelike, demonstrates the central qualities of his style at this time: the ability to set English words with unexpected but entirely apt rhythms, engaging melodies, and a lush, luminous harmonic palette.

The second section is usually described as the voice of Music itself, abstract and free. But it may equally be Auden chastising Britten: his friend is incapable of growth because he will not face his own suffering, his own shadows. He seems to avoid intimacy while craving to be loved; like Peter Pan, he refuses to grow up. The music of this section is playful and technical—a bit like a keyboard exercise.

The third section, with its throbbing, repeating bass line and ethereal upper parts, begins as a prayer, asking the Great Ear—fitting in a lyric celebrating music—to “re-arrange.” The text asks us to take traditional cliches and turn them on their heads: we should see Sorrow as mature and deep, rather than as adolescent angst; we can only find Hope if we acknowledge that to feel hopeful at all has become strange; and Dread, rather than a fleeting sense of fear, is normal and constant. Then, Auden urges, we must look into that fallen day and re-arrange: make music, having faced these hard, unchanging truths without fear. It is worth remembering that Auden wrote these words—and Britten set them—against the backdrop of World War II.

Next, the soprano solo (Cecilia’s angel, perhaps?) both blesses and admonishes humanity—the “impetuous child with the tremendous brain”—who without realizing the consequences of its actions does “dreadful things” for which it must atone. Then, recalling the seventeenth-century tradition of Cecilia odes, Auden invokes a series of instruments. He exhorts us to weep for our unwitting sins, to recognize that the past will never return, to celebrate freedom even when we fail to choose it, and finally to “wear … tribulation like a rose”—to treat suffering not as something to be avoided but as a badge of honor. This admonition to embrace suffering is the heart of the work.

Britten repeats Auden’s invocation of St. Cecilia (which appears only at the end of Section 1 in the published poem) at the end of each of the three musical movements. Auden calls on Cecilia to “startle composing mortals”—asserting his belief that disruption and disorder are crucial to the work of the artist. If our patron saint can help us, Britten seems to say through repeating this prayer, it will be because she takes us by surprise.


The second half of our program begins with a festive anthem by the late Lena J. McLin, a composer, pastor, and public school teacher. A native of Atlanta, she worked most of her life in Chicago. The text, with its references to psaltery, harp, and trumpet, is evocative of the more exuberant psalms, such as Psalm 150. We follow with local composer Ed Hughes’s wistful and moving adaptation of the hymn “How Can I Keep from Singing” and end this group with “Alway Something Sings,” Dan Forrest’s sweeping composition to words by Ralph Waldo Emerson: even in darkness and sorrow, Emerson reminds us, there is still something singing—something beautiful, something hopeful.

The text of “I Have Had Singing” comes from Akenfield: Portrait of an English Village. Author Ronald Blythe based this depiction of the fictional Akenfield on interviews with residents of a small village in Suffolk, England, in the 1960s. We can imagine an elderly man reminiscing about all the singing in the hamlet of his youth as Steven Sametz’s haunting setting unfolds. Next is “Music Down in My Soul” by Moses Hogan, who left us a rich body of original music and settings of spirituals. This gospel-inspired piece begins mystically and becomes joyful, upbeat, and exuberant. We conclude with an expansive piece based on the Black National Anthem, “Lift Every Voice and Sing.” James Weldon Johnson’s timeless words remind us to keep moving forward, as those in the past have done, even in times of struggle.

*I am grateful to Professor Sally Ball of the English Department at ASU for many thoughtful conversations over the years concerning Auden’s text for Britten’s “Hymn to St. Cecilia.” Much of the interpretation of the poetry comes from her. Any misinterpretation, however, is my responsibility.


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