Alpha Poems of Inspiration

A foundation of Alpha.

The House of Alpha
By Brother Sidney P. Brown


GOODWILL IS THE MONARCH OF THIS HOUSE,
MEN UNACQUAINTED, ENTER, SHAKE HANDS, EXCHANGE GREETINGS AND DEPART FRIENDS.
CORDIALITY EXIST 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 ARE THEREAFTER 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 IGNOBLE IMPULSES.
I CONSTANTLY INVOKE PRINCIPLES WHICH MAKE FOR COMMON BROTHERHOOD
AND THE ECHO RESOUNDS IN ALL COMMUNITIES
AND PRINCELY MEN ARE THEREBY RECOGNIZED.
EDUCATION, HEALTH, MUSIC, ENCOURAGEMENT, SYMPATHY, LAUGHTER,
ALL THESE ARE SPECIES OF INTEREST GIVEN OF 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 PLACE 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

INVICTUS
By William Ernest Henley

Despite the infamy of those who may recite it, this is still a great work



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 wince 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 punishments the scroll,
I am the master of my fate:
I am the captain of my soul.

To Be an Alphaman
By 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,
But 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.

There Goes an Alphaman



There goes a man of high impulse,
of princely men and grace.
There goes a man of humble faith,
a credit to his race.

There goes a man of conscious vast,
with a will to reach his goal.
There goes a man of lordly rank,
Of heroes sock and soul.

There goes a man of noble cast
whom hardship cannot break.
There goes a man in merit clad,
whom duty won't forsake.
There goes a man of culture verse,
who holds a sportsman's creed.
There goes a man too vigilant
to bow to lust or greed.
There goes a man whose life is spent
in service, not in scorn.
There goes a man to help uplift
the lives of wholesome youth.
There goes a man of industry
and faith at his command.
There goes the best man in or out
for he's an Alphaman.

If
by 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 or 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 take one heap of all your winnings;
and risk it at 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 all your heart and nerve and sinew
to serve your turn long after their gone;
And so hold on when there's nothing left within 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 foe nor loving friend 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 all that's in it,
and which is more, you'll be a man, my son!

The Test of a Man

The test of a man is the fight that he makes;
The grit that he daily shows,
The way that he stands upon his feet,
and takes life's numerous bumps and blows.
A coward can smile when there's naught to fear,
And noting 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.

The Man Who Thinks He Can

If you think you're beaten, you are;
If you think you dare not, you don't.
If you'd like to win, but think you can't,
It's almost a cinch you won't.
If you think you'll lose, you've lost;
For out in the world we find
Success being with a fellow's will;
It's all in the state of mind.

If you think you're outclassed, you are;
You've got to think high to rise.
You've got to be sure of yourself
Before you can ever win a prize.
Life's battles don't always go
To the stronger or faster man;
But soon or late, the one who wins
Is the man who thinks he can.


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