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The Twelve (Walton) — Choir of Wells Cathedral

The Choir of Wells Cathedral, Somerset, under the direction of Malcolm Archer, perform William Walton's choral and organ anthem 'The Twelve', whose text is by poet W.H. Auden. The piece, sometimes described as a 'mini-cantata', was commissioned by Dr Cuthbert Simpson, Dean of Christ Church Cathedral, Oxford, which can claim both Auden and Walton among its former students. Text: I Without arms or charm of culture, 
Persons of no importance 
From an unimportant Province,
 They did as the Spirit bid, 
Went forth into a joyless world 
Of swords and rhetoric 
To bring it joy. When they heard the Word, some demurred, some mocked, some were shocked: but many were stirred and the Word spread. Lives long dead were quickened to life; the sick were healed by the Truth revealed; released into peace from the gin of old sin, men forgot themselves in the glory of the story told by the Twelve. Then the Dark Lord, adored by this world, perceived the threat of the Light to his might. From his throne he spoke to his own. The loud crowd, the sedate engines of State, were moved by his will to kill. It was done. One by one, they were caught, tortured, and slain. II O Lord, my God,
 Though I forsake thee
 Forsake me not, 
But guide me as I walk 
Through the valley of mistrust, 
And let the cry of my disbelieving absence
 Come unto thee, 
Thou who declared unto Moses:
 "I shall be there." III Children play about the ancestral graves, for the dead no longer walk.
Excellent still in their splendour are the antique statues: but can do neither good nor evil.
Beautiful still are the starry heavens: but our fate is not written there.
Holy still is speech, but there is no sacred tongue: the Truth may be told in all.
Twelve as the winds and the months are those who taught us these things: envisaging each in an oval glory, let us praise them all with a merry noise.