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If told that a man who led such a life also composed in his spare time, we would probably, one suspects, be only too ready to decry his music as ‘academic’. In Dyson’s case we would only have to listen to a few bars of Hierusalem to find our expectations confounded. There is little ‘academic’ (in the usual, pejorative sense) here. The prevailing temper is lyrical, even romantic; the scoring (for both voices and instruments) not merely competent but masterly; there is a dramatic streak; a sense of colour, of fitness of sound, of beauty of sound: Dyson is a poet, not a pedant (he disliked pretentious solemnities of all kinds, within music and without) and clearly a lover of the good things in life. He is also a professional. What language does he speak? English, no mistake. Imagine an idiom founded on Parry and Stanford which bypasses Elgar, lends a more willing ear to Vaughan Williams’s modality and finds even more of interest in Delius’s harmonic colours, his orchestral poetry-in-sound, and in Strauss’s richness of texture; mix all these ingredients – and they blend well – and the result is more-or-less Dyson. It may be traditional fare, but the taste is good and it digests well. Dyson was a composer of a wider range than that embraced by his musical portrait-gallery after Chaucer, The Canterbury Pilgrims, the work by which he’s chiefly remembered. As long as we are unfamiliar with such major scores as The Blacksmiths, St Paul’s Voyage to Melita, Nebuchadnezzar and the gigantic two-part oratorio Quo Vadis – which contains some glorious music – much of the most interesting part of the picture is missing. The Symphony and Violin Concerto, the Concerto da Chiesa and Concerto da Camera (both for strings) are also fine works and as unaccountably neglected as much else of that English vintage.
The Three Choral Hymns and Three Songs of Praise both date from the 1930s and Dyson’s first Winchester period. Here the idiom might loosely be defined as ‘festival English’, since the composer is clearly intent on meeting the need of the school- and amateur choirs with which he was much involved at the time. But even when working within the bounds of a fairly narrow diatonic convention Dyson contrives many an imaginative touch: for instance, the modulation from stanza 1 to 2 of George Herbert’s ‘Praise’ (is it exhilarating or just plain vulgar?) and the way in which the even-motioned crotchet tread, with its lack of rhythmic variety, is perfectly adjusted to the text of Dr Watts’s ‘Morning and Evening’, concerned as it is with the inevitable unfolding of the daily routine. (The same applies to the simplicity and matter-of-factness of Herrick’s ‘A Poet’s Hymn’: and note the unbombastic grandeur of the peroration. Dyson learnt much from Parry about constructing broad and sonorous choral climaxes.) The setting of George Gascoigne’s ‘Lauds’ is one of Dyson’s loveliest, masterly in its encompassing, within a sustained mood of calm, of the progress from night-in-sleep to the encroaching brightness of sunrise. And where, one wonders, did Dyson find William Habington’s gem-like ‘Hymn to the Stars’?
When I survey the bright celestial sphere
So rich with jewels hung
That Night doth like an Ethiope bride appear …
The music of ‘For the bright firmament ...’ sounds a note of exalted but unaffected mysticism which links it not only with Hierusalem but also with his basically simple, unpretentious and eminently listenable-to composer’s spiritual will-and-testament, Quo Vadis.
Written in 1960, the Fantasia and Ground Bass for organ is a product of Dyson’s Indian Summer – a beautifully-made piece of happy invention, melodious and unportentous in character. Although Dyson’s career started in the organ-loft when he was a boy, only in the last decade of his life did he start to compose for the organ; in this he curiously resembles Parry.
Hierusalem was written in the composer’s old age but isn’t an old man’s music. Remarkably, Dyson’s music grew younger as the years advanced. The cantata Sweet Thames, run softly (after Spenser) has a distinctly youthful sensuousness, and Hierusalem a childlike aura of unsophisticated mysticism. The Heavenly Jerusalem was originally a poem of sixteenth-century origin derived both from the Meditations of St Augustine and St Peter Damian’s De Gloria Paradisi. It perceives the Heavenly City much as would a child in the Wordsworthian sense – that is, with eyes unclouded and uncorroded by consciousness, by the curses of civilisation. The Celestial City first appears as a mirage (string quartet and tutti strings). The mists disperse: the soprano solo, pentatonically inclined (the pentatonic or five-note scale has ageless connotations of innocence) contrasts the beatific vision (pre-consciousness) with the yearning ache of the here-and-now. In a later passage the dream-ecstasy is shattered only in a last-line-of-stanza:
Thy tiles are made of beaten gold –
O God that I were there!
The solo soprano, in fact, is symbolic of the human longing (one solo voice) for release into the transcendent (choir), of the individual’s desire to be absorbed into the cosmos. Her burden is always the same (‘Thy joys when shall I see?’) though always differently expressed musically, and the incidence of these stanzas of yearning is a factor Dyson puts to skilful use in avoiding stanzaic uniformity in his setting. Another is realizing the dramatic implications of the text in a way that in no way damages or deadens its spiritual resonance. A procession of pilgrims approaches from afar to repeated sighing phrases in the string quartet; the precious stones glint and glitter (harp arpeggios and spiky string semiquavers). The flood of life flows through the streets in ever-increasing jubilation until finally the gates are flung wide in a sunburst of sound – harp glissandi and repeated ecstatic cries of ‘Hierusalem!’ Now the picture begins to glow in rainbow hues (‘Thy saints are crowned with glory great’) and as the company of heaven is numbered in terms of child-like candour the music assumes as almost Pre-Raphaelite quality of chastely sensuous sweetness. It is a telling stroke (and typical of Dyson the dramatist) when the soprano’s entreating cries of ‘Hierusalem’ are ringingly echoed through the streets by the heavenly hosts (with full organ, here heard as such for the first and only time). Gradually the mists of the opening close in again, and the soprano has a last word as she soars up to her top B, then down, to end on a note of quiet rapture.
Hierusalem was composed in 1956 for Harold Darke and the St Michael’s Singers; the soprano at the first performance was Isobel Baillie. So it is appropriate that the performers on this recording should be the present-day St Michael’s Singers under Dr Darke’s latter-day successor, Jonathan Rennert. The somewhat distant choral perspective, rendered inevitable both in performance and recording by the acoustic disposition of the forces and by the density of the accompanimental texture, is clearly intentional on the part of the composer. He wants us to hear the chorus as literally heavenly, not of-the-earth.
Christopher Palmer © 1985