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House of Alpha 
By Bro. Sydney P Brown

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 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 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!



DOn't Quit
By Author unknown


When things go wrong, as they sometimes will,

When the road you’re 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 twist and turns
As every one of us sometimes learns,
And many a failure 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 faint and faltering man,
Often the struggler has given up,
When he might have captured the victor's cup;
And he learned too late when the night slipped 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 you’re hardest hit,
It’s when things seem worst, that you must not quit.



Test of a man
by author unknown

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,
still stands erect and 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.


If
by 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 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 them up with worn-out tools; 



If your 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, 
An 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!!!

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