Silent are the trails of benguet hills,
When the mist veils the sun---
Even when the wind stirs the ferns
And the bamboo breaks sing
Their echoey murmurs.
And the laden benguet women pass,
Beating their pakkong
In cadenced monotones.
Even so,
These trails are lonely
And deep are the ravines
And higher still the skies.
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