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

And Sometimes I Remember Days Of Old When Fellowship Seemed Not So Far To Seek, And All The World And I Seemed Much Less Cold, And At The Rainbow's Foot Lay Surely Gold, And Hope Felt Strong, And Life Itself Not Weak.

When I Am Dead, My Dearest, Sing No Sad Songs For Me

O Passing Angel, Speed Me With A Song, A Melody Of Heaven To Reach My Heart And Rouse Me To The Race And Make Me Strong.

Faith Is Like A Lily, Lifted High And White.

Because The Birthday Of My Life Is Come, My Love Is Come To Me.