As nine months go to the shaping an infant ripe for his birth, So many a million of ages have gone to the making of man.


Alfred Tennyson's Poetical Works, Maude, Part I, Section IV, Stanza VI


As nine months go to the shaping an infant ripe for his birth, So many a million of ages have gone to the making of man.

As nine months go to the shaping an infant ripe for his birth, So many a million of ages have gone to the making of man.

As nine months go to the shaping an infant ripe for his birth, So many a million of ages have gone to the making of man.

As nine months go to the shaping an infant ripe for his birth, So many a million of ages have gone to the making of man.