Two Spendthrift Kings

By Nora May French

These tawny sheaves, this fragrant land,
            Two spendthrift kings have found and seized,
And Vagabondia may demand
  Its pockets lined, its troubles eased.

We hold or deed as fancy wills.
  We own the world by right and law—
The hidden gold in all the hills,
  The sweetness in a yellow straw.