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 straight the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll,
I am the master of my fate:
I am the captain of my soul.
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 fellows 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 the prize.
Life's battle don't always go
to the stronger or faster man;
But soon or late the man who wins
is the man who thinks he can.
Test Of A Man
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 and bruised and pale,
Is the man who will win and fate defied,
For he isn't afraid to fail.
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 impostors 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 'em up with worn-out tools:
If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it all on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breath 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!
He Ain't Heavy He's My Brother
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.
"Why weigh yourself down with the load of another?"
I simply smile at them and say,
"He ain't heavy...he's my Brother!"
House Of Alpha
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 are therefore 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 responds 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!