Mr. John Greenleaf Whittier
When things go wrong as they sometimes will,
When the road you're trudging seems all uphill,
When the funds are low and the debts are high,
And you want to weep but you have to sigh,
When care is pressing you down a bit,
Rest if you must, but don't you quit.
Life is queer with its twists and turns
As everyone of us sometimes learns,
And many a failure turns about
When he might have won had he stuck it out.
Don't give up though the pace seems slow
You might succeed with another blow.
Oft the goal is nearer than
It seems to a faint and faltering man,
Often the struggler has given up
When he might have captured the victor's cup.
And he learned too late, as the night slipped down,
How close he'd been to the golden crown.
Success is failure turned inside out,
The silver tint of the clouds of doubt;
And you never can tell how close you are
It may be near when it seems so far.
So stick to the fight when you're hardest hit
It's when things seem worst that you must not quit.
He Ain't Heavy...He's My Brother
Brother Freeman Montaque, Jr.
Our Family trees are not the same,
we both have a different mother
And yet I'd proudly tell the world
that this man is my Brother.
It's like we've lived our lives together,
though we meet for the first time
As this powerful sense of Brotherhood
makes everything seem fine.
Spectators stand and look with awe
as we do our secret shake,
Never realizing that this clasping of hands
does not a Brother make.
We are Brothers in a deeper sense
than they can comprehend,
For when our bond has just begun,
their's are about to end.
When we were searching for the light,
as all Sphinxmen must do,
They stood aside and laughed out loud,
'I wouldn't do that! Would You?
and yet when we had crossed those sands
and the light we could finally see,
They stood aside and whispered softly,
'Oh how I wish it were me!'
I know the decision I made was wise,
of this I'm sure and have no doubt
Each day in my life will have blue skies,
for I'm an Alpha from here on out.
And never again will I be lonely
for I have Brothers everywhere,
In cities of population two,
I even have a Brother there.
There is nothing in this whole wide world
that we wouldn't do for one another
I'm sure I'd even give my life
to save that of my Brother.
But there are still those in darkness
who cannot understand
Why I would share the burden
which belongs to another man.
'Why weigh yourself down
with the load of another?'
I simply smile at them and say,
'He ain't heavy...he's my Brother!'
Mr. William Ernest Henley
Out of the night that covers me,
Black as the Pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul.
In the fell clutch of circumstance
I have not winced nor cried aloud
Under the bludgeonings of chance
My head is bloody, but unbowed.
Beyond this place of wrath and tears
Looms but the horror of the shade
And yet the menace of the years
Finds, and shall find, me unafraid.
It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishment the scroll.
I am the master of my fate;
I am the captain of my soul.
To Be an Alphaman
Brother Fred H. Woodruff
To be an Alphaman means more than just to wear a pin.
It requires intrinsic qualities that are developed deep within.
It calls for lasting brotherhood, a word sometimes used in vain.
It means an honest devotion, not anticipation of personal gain.
Fraternity speaks of brotherly love, that's something to achieve,
It's more than just a grip of hands, it's an ideal to conceive.
You're proud to be an Alpha, and share her praises won,
Before you inflate yourself with pride, ask yourself, honestly, how much have I done?
To realize the wealth of personal satisfaction, from knowing you've given your all.
To have helped her cause unfalteringly, when you rally to her call.
To combine all these qualities, and root them deep within.
The product would be an Alphaman, deserving of his pin.
So take an honest inventory of your character within,
And for every virtue you find missing, try and weave it in.
For a man without these virtues isn't worth a grain of sand.
It's plain to see, it's more than just a pin, that makes an Alphaman
Test of a Man
Mr. Carlyle Straub
The test of a man is the fight that he makes,
The grit that he daily shows,
The way he stands upon his feet,
And takes life's numerous bumps and blows.
A coward can smile when there's naught to fear.
And nothing his progress bars,
But it takes a man to stand and cheer,
While the other fellow stars.
It isn't the victory after all.
But the fight that a Brother makes.
A man when driven against the wall,
Still stands erect and takes the blows of fate.
With his head held high,
Bleeding, bruised, and pale,
Is the man who will win and fate defied,
For he isn't afraid to fail.
House of Alpha
Brother Sydney P. Brown
GOODWILL is the monarch of this house. Men, unacquainted, enter, shake hands, exchange greetings, and depart friends.Cordiality exists among all who abide within.
I am the eminent expression of friendship. Character and temperament change under my dominant power. Lives once touched by me become tuned, and areThereafter, amiable, kindly, fraternal.
I inspire the musician to play noble sentiments, and assist the chemist to convert ungenerous personalities into individuals of great worth. I destroy all ignoble impulses. I constantly invoke principles which make for common brotherhood andthe echo resounds in all communities and princely men are thereby recognized. Education, health, music, encouragement, sympathy, laughter - all these are species of interest given on self-invested capital.
Tired moments find me a delightful treat, hours of sorrow, a shrine of understanding - at all times I am faithful to the creed of companionship.
To a few, I am the castle of dreams - ambitious, successful, hopeful dreams.
To many I am the poetic palace where human feeling is rhymed to celestial motives;
To the great majority I am the treasury of good fellowship.
In fact, I am the college of friendship, the university of brotherly love,
the school for the better making of men.
I AM ALPHA PHI ALPHA!
Mr. Rudyard Kipling
If you can keep your head when all about you are losing theirs and blaming it on you,
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too;
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or being lied about don't deal in lies,
Or being hated don't give way to hating,
And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise,
If you can dream - and not make dreams your master,
If you can think - and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two imposters just the same,
If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to broken
And stoop and build them up with worn-out tools,
If you can make one heap of all your winnings,
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breathe a word about your loss,
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the will which says to them: "Hold On!"
If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue
Or walk with Kings nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
If all men count with you but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds worth of distance run
Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
And which is more - you'll be a Man, my son!