Out of the depth of God's own soul
Came a creation from a special mold.
Zeta Phi Beta is her Cherished Name.
There is none other one can claim

Behold her appearance of Blue and White
As she rides the White Dove in its magnificent flight
She soars on the wings of this great Bird of Peace
With a heart that is humble, a heart that is meek.

Her countenance is calm; her face is serene,
Bathed in goodness, held in high esteem.
Her smile is radiant with a frown.
The cloud encircles her head like a crown.

Sprinkled deep within her mind
Are the goals and objectives, one of a kind.
Scholarship, service and sisterly love
Are never forgotten as she rides the White Dove.

Her brilliant torch is like a harbor burning bright,
Lighting the world from darkness of night.
Her hand does hold the Zeta shield,
Welcoming all women of good will.

Placed across her bosom are the true Alphabets.
Please know they are the best of the best.
Read them well and know them to be
Zeta Phi Beta Sorority.

Soar on, Sweet Zeta! Ride the White Dove
As it lifts its wings in its flight of love.

By:  Nancy Shepard, official poet for the 75th anniversary celebration