Every few years Sister Madeleva publishes a small sheaf of devout Catholic poems, which while they do not rank as great or distinguished poetry, have distinct charm. This little volume continues this pleasant practice. The Virgin Mary, Elizabeth, the Christ child are the natural subjects of this verse, all clothed in a delicate feminine piety. But perhaps the most interesting ones deal with the coming of Christmas in a Provencal town which 'wears its medieval fortress like a crown and where ""The night seems more than ever holy and the peace more more than ever than deep."" The coming of christ-feeling and purity which infuses these poems will make their appeal to catholic and non-Catholic readers in almost if not equal measure.