The quicker picker upper, I’m the reward at a pirate’s plunder; The booty, the loot, the harvest’s reap, all of these lead to me; My last comes from the old West, a wanted sign posts me in dollars.

Americans don't know me well. Magellan might have known me best. Columbus failed at my test.

Part of the seven sins of man, sadly, I’m the one we glorify the most; If a squirrel stores nuts for winter, it’s the norm, but if it took them all, we’d ask questions; Why not apply this to man, this trait keeps them with the upper hand;

I house the past for all to see, in halls of quiet history. With curated works and stories told, through glass and frames, the past unfolds.

Many paths once lead to me, many people called me home Mightiest in history, the seven hills of ancient ?