In one swift fire whose sparks fell like live coals On every State in the Union. Listen now, Listen, the bearded lips are speaking now, There are no more guerilla-raids to plan, There are no more hard questions to be solved Of right and wrong, no need to beg for peace, Here is the peace unbegged, here is the end, Here is the insolence of the sun cast off, Here is the voice already fixed with night.