-William E. 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.


-Walter D. Wintle

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.


-Edgar A. Guest

When you're up against a trouble,

Meet it squarely, face to face;

Lift your chin and set your shoulders,

Plant your feet and take a brace.

When it's vain to try to dodge it,

Do the best that you can do;

You may fail, but you may conquer,

See it through!

Black may be the clouds about you

And your future may seem grim,

But don't let your nerves desert you;

Keep yourself in fighting trim.

If the worst is bound to happen,

Spite of all that you can do,

Running from it will not save you,

See it through!

Even hope may seem but futile,

When with troubles you're beset,

But remember you are facing

Just what other men have met.

You may fail, but fall still fighting;

Don't give up, whatever you do;

Eyes front, head high to the finish.

See it through!



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 to smile, but have to sigh.

When care is pressing you down a bit,

rest, if you must, but Donít 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.

Donít 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 victorís 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 youíre hardest hit,

Itís when things seem worst that your mustnít quit.


-Daphne' Freeman of Zeta Phi Beta Sorority Inc.

Across the golden sands of Egypt

seven jewels kneeled before the sphinx

Taking the vow, first men of Greekdom

you are the Alpha, the beginning link

Nubian princes armed

with the shield of truth

These African kings are profoundly blessed

with all of the virtues of youth

Soldiers that guard and preserve

the rich culture in the pyramids of Egypt

Deserve first place in African royalty

and God has bestowed this gift

A conception that took nineteen hundred and six years,

producing men of wisdom strength and power

Bringing fourth peace, elegance and love

these men exhibit infinite dignity and valor.

The Nubian princes live among kings,

distinguished brothers of the black and gold

The men are rare with dispositions as calm

as the sea and spirits ice cold

These African kings are the brothers

to Nefertiti and the sons of Cleopatra

Our Greek royalty exists transcending time

With decorated and honored Men of Alpha Phi Alpha


-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.


-Bro. 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.



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.


-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!


-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!"


-Bro. Sidney P. Brown

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.