It's Surely Summer. For There's A Swallow:

Consider The Lilies Of The Field Whose Bloom Is Brief:-- We Are As They; Like Them We Fade Away As Doth A Leaf.

Let Bygones Be Bygones.

Born In A Stable, Cradled In A Manger, In The World His Hands Have Made, Born A Stranger.

To Me It Seems Our Duty Towards The Bible Is To Obey Its Teaching In Faith. I Do Not Think We Are Bound To Understand Or Account For All Its Utterances.

And All Winds Go Sighing For Sweet Things Dying.