"This, then is our desert: to live facing despair, but not to consent. To trample it down under hope in the Cross. To wage war against despair unceasingly. That war is our wilderness. If we wage it courageously, we will find Christ at our side. If we cannot face it, we will never find him."
Thursday, 22 November 2012
For Saint Cecilia's Day
Benjamin Britten's Hymn to Saint Cecilia, a setting of W.H. Auden's poem.
The Cambridge Singers conducted by John Rutter with soloists Caroline Ashton, Donna Deam, Susanna Spicer, Angus Smith and Charles Pott.
"...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 your 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."
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