Fraternity Poems
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 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.



There Goes An Alpha Man
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.
"There Goes An Alpha Man"


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. 
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!".

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

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 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!

Don't Quit

When things go wrong, as they sometimes will,
When the road your trudging seems all uphill,
When the funds are low and the debts are high,
And you want to smile, 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 its turns,
As everyone of us sometimes learns,
And many a failure turns about
When they might have won, had they stuck it out.
Don't give up though the pace seems slow,
You may succeed with another blow.

Often the struggler has given up
When he might have captured the victors 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
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 your hardest hit,
It's when things seem worst that you mustn't quit!

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 like to win but think you can't

It's almost a cinch you won't

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'll ever win the 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!