| "THE HOUSE OF ALPHA" Goodwill is the monarch of this house, men Unaquainted, 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 shirne 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 !!! |
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| IF By Rudyard Kipling If you can keep your head when all about you Are losing their and blaming it on you; If you can trust yourself when all men douobt you, And 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 hared, 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 mster; 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, Of watch the things you gave your life to, broken, And stoop and abuild 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 nerver 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 walkd with kings nor lose the common touch, If neither foes, nor living friends can hurt you, If all men count with you, but none too much; If you can fill the unforgiving minute With 60 seconds worth of distance run; Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it, And whcih is more your'll be a man, my son !!! |
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| INVICTUS By William Ernest Henly Out of the night that covers me. Black as a pit from pole to pole. I thank whatever gods may be, For my conquerable soul. In the fell clutch of circumstance, I have not winced or cried aloud. udner the bludgeoning of chance, My head is bloody, yet unbowed. Beyond this place of wrath and tears, "Looms" but the horror of the shade, And but, the menace of the years, Finds, and shall find me unafraid. It matters not how straight the gate, How charged with punishment the scroll, I am the master of my fate; ALPHA!! is the captain of my soul. |