Burning Like Snow

While others may talk and preach a good game
There`s only one fraternity that lives up to its name;
Manly deeds, scholarship, and love for all mankind,

     Respect for womanhood,  her  body and her mind!!
It`s not hard to guess which fraternity it is
That to each of its principles all members must live;
Many have tried to
Kopy its brotherhood, its greatness, and love
But the original, the
1 - 9 - 0 - 6, will always stand above;
A
Devil can`t be a captain, a master, - a dog will always possess
But an
Alphaman will ALWAYS be the leader and nothing less.
It`s not about being pretty, although the ladies do love our style
It`s not about
ignorance, though we know how to get wild;
The meaning, the richness you will never know
Unless the sands you cross, are burning like snow;

No matter how hard you try,
there will always,
one original be.
No matter how hard
you lie, everyone will very clearly see;
ALPHA PHI ALPHA' the father of the male Pan-Hellenic
The rest are just around because we let you in it;
We needed somewhere to send
those not worthy of the light
But were still men, at least in their own right;
So to
Kappa, Sigma, Que, and Iota... WHO?, oh,
onward they still go
Their sands may be burning,
but the Iciness of the snow,
they`ll never know.

"Burning Like Snow"

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06!

 

 

There Goes An Alpha Man

By: Peter Clarke

 

There goes a man of high impulse, of princely mien and grace.

There goes a man of humble faith, a credit to his race.

There goes a man of conscious vast, with will to reach his goal.

There goes a man of lordly rank of heroes stock 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 whose majesty shines like a may time morn.

There goes a man who is a friend to love and duty truth.

There goes a man to help uplift the lives of wholesome youth.

There goes a man with industry and faith at his command.

There goes the best man in or out for he's an Alpha Man.

 

“The Test of a Man”

The test of 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 not 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,
takes the blows of fate.

With his head held high.
Bleeding, bruised, and pale!!
Is the man who will win, 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 begins with a fellow’s will,
It’s all a state of mind.

If you think you’re out-classed, you are;
You’ve got to think high to rise.
You’ve got to be sure of yourself,
If you ever want to obtain a prize.

Life’s battles does not always go,
To the stronger or faster man.
But, soon or late, the man who wins,
IS THE MAN WHO THINKS HE CAN!!!

 

 

“Don’t Quit”

 

When things go wrong as they sometimes will.  When the rode

Your trudging seems all up-hill.  When the fund$ are low and

The debts are high.  When you want smile, but have to sigh.

When care is pressing you down a bit, rest, if you must, but

Don’t quit!!

 

Life is queer with its twist and turns, as every one of us

Sometime learn, and many a fellow turns about, when he might

Have won had he stuck it out.  Don’t give up, though the pace

Seems slow, you may succeed with another blow.

 

Often the goal is nearer than, it seems to a paint and faltering man.

Often the struggler has given up when might captures the victor’s cup.

And he learned too late when the night came down,

How close he was to the golden crown.

 

Success is failure turned inside out, in a silver tent, in a cloud of doubt.
When you never can tell how close you are.  It may be near,
When it seems afar.  So stick to the fight when you’re hardest hit,
It’s when things seem worst that you mustn’t quit.

 

“Invictus”,
-By Mr. 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 winced, nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeoning 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 how straight the gate,
How charged with punishment the scroll,
I am the master of my fate;
I am the captain of my soul.

“Invictus”

 

 

“IF”
By 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,
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 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 impostors 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 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 60 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!!!

“IF”
-By Mr. Rudyard Kipling-

 

 

“HE AIN'T HEAVY”

-Bro. 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,
theirs 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.
When asked,
"Why weigh yourself down with the load of another?"
I simply smile at them and say,
"He ain't heavy...he's my Brother!"

 

 

“To Be An Alpha Man”  
By: Brother Frederick H. Woodruff

 

To be an Alpha man 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 gains,
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 virtues isn't worth a grain of sand.
It's plain to see, it's more than just a pin, that makes an Alphaman.

 

 

“The House of Alpha”

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 all 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!!!

 

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