POEMS of A Phi A
Invictus
By 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 punishment the scroll
I am the master of my fate
I am the captain of my soul.
To Be an Alphaman
By Brother 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.
